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<div>''"Used to consider myself a monster. But these days, I see the only monsters in these lands are those who hide what they truly are."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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=History=<br />
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The conflict of the classes has always been an issue when it comes to the city-state of Ishgard. The rich tread upon the poor, the hungry left to fight for even the most meager of breadcrumbs to survive. The greed and self-entitlement led to no small manner of various affairs and scandals within the higher-class. Abrenard Rondelet was but the by-product of one such scandal, the result of the union between Lord and servant. The bastard of noble blood. <br />
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In an effort to save the House such humiliation and to avoid the wrath of the Lady, the days-old babe was delivered to the steps of an orphanage within the Brume with naught but a hand-woven basket with but a thin blanket to protect him. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence in any fashion. Left without any indication of a name, the boy was given the name of the deceased Matron's son who's hair was the same brilliant shade as his own. <br />
When he came of the bare minimum age to work, he was in the streets, tending to any meager duty he could. From feebly cleaning the rubble left in the streets from the most recent attacks to painting houses and the like, his life never had a moment of respite from the harsh reality of the world.<br />
As grew older, work was scarce and often offered to those more in need. There was no bitterness within him. In fact, he preferred that the others take the easier work as they hadn't the strength to live as he did. He'd taken a shining to thievery. Quick fingers and sleight-of-hand made certain the boy was rarely seen and in the few instances he was, his nimble feet carried him over walls and roofs to safety before any could spot him. Despite the crime, it was never out of greed but of survival. Taking only food and drink that he needed to survive the day while providing for his 'brothers'.<br />
But he wanted more. Constant conflict with the children of nobility gave rise to anger and then determination. Looking not to their houses but to the armor-clad figures that soared through the sky whenever the scale-kin loomed, Abrenard Rondelet began living for the sole purpose of joining the ranks of the Dragoon. Those of noble-blood could boast all they wanted of their superior talents but when a commoner took such an honor from sheer force of effort? The look on their faces would be glorious...<br />
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Each day was spent training heavily. Mind. Body. He'd take to tests of wit against his elders in the taverns, most often through games of triple triade. He'd throw himself to challenges of endurance and strength, hauling rubble and taking jobs such as tilling fields to improve himself while each night was spent with lance in hand.<br />
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His efforts over the years paid off. He was welcomed into the order with an above average impression upon his superiors and wasted little time in pushing himself higher into the ranks. The outrage and disbelief on the faces of those who'd mocked his class for so long were well worth every moment.<br />
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This drove a few extremists to an act that would tear the man down from the inside. Abrenard had a habit of 'adopting' the youth of the Brume to ensure they survived, taking care of them as best he could. Gaspard was but a boy in his teens and unable to survive as his brother had due to a birth-given defect that slowed his motor skills. One who idolized Abrenard and gifted him with a hand-crafted mask that he'd often wear when in the midst of theft. It was he they chose to frame for theft and attempted assault upon one of their daughters, who played her part perfectly. Weeping and sobbing hysterically. Abrenard arrived just in time to watch the blade cut the boy's throat. No trial. No justice.<br />
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The lance cast aside, Abrenard had a new purpose. He couldn't justify defending a people so vicious and spiteful that they'd kill an innocent just for the sake of enraging another. He took to the taverns, to the streets. Long had he heard the tale of the fabled 'Dark Knights'. Of their deeds most would call villainous against the Holy See, but within Abrenard saw only justice, pure and true. They danced around no politics, heeded no law. He needed to find one such Knight.<br />
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It took many moons before a reliable source finally managed to locate the rumors of one such character. Abrenard latched onto it and gave chase, eventually happening across the armored figure and wasting little time in lashing out at him, steeling himself to restrain the other before demanding he be taught. There was something in the boy's eye, that look of utter desperation and outrage, that the Knight saw potential within.<br />
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Years passed. None had seen nor heard from either of the pair since their meeting. The Calamity had fallen and Ishgard lay feet beneath the snow, silence gripping the night.. until a sharp scream of fear and agony pierced the night and the woman who had commanded the death of Gaspard plummeted from her balcony with skull shattering upon the pavement, her middle torn by the serrated blade.<br />
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He'd had his justice. Gaspard had his vengeance. Fleeing from the scene with those very same nimble feet that'd allowed him to escape before, Abrenard Rondelet took flight from the nation of Ishgard and found himself within Tailfeather, hiding amongst the hunters until more recently the gates were opened and he took the chance to flee the Holy See inquisitors with a venture south.<br />
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=Personality=<br />
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An incredibly abrasive and blunt man on the outside, Abrenard tends to have a way of bringing the worst kind of attention upon himself due to his nature to disregard coddling anyone who spends most of their time feeling sorry for themselves given his own harsh upbringing. Regardless, the man seems to be openly welcoming to near anyone willing to sit and enjoy a drink by his side. He's not ever one to allow troublemakers to go without a stern word of warning. Under the rugged exterior lies a quiet man, one ravaged by both his deeds and the memory of how cruel 'humanity' can truly be.<br />
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==Other Notes==<br />
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'''Likes'''<br />
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*Alcohol: <br />
He's done a fair amount of deeds he regrets heavily and finds that alcohol is likely the safest way to keep the darker avenues of his mind from drawing him down memory lane. More often than not, it's safe to assume he's intoxicated in some form with a hint of drink on his breath. His drink of choice? "Rum. No additions. Just a straight, tall glass of just rum."<br />
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*Nurturing:<br />
He has an incredible weakness when it comes to helping those who can't help themselves. It's not uncommon to see him trotting about with his adopted niece, Inelaa Locte, in tow. Quick to offer an ear, a gift, a cuddle or more to those who are in need, it's clear he does have some form of soft-spot within that hardened exterior.<br />
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*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such an arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
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'''Dislikes'''<br />
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*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
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*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
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*Miqo'te:<br />
He's no racist. Not by a long shot. Many of the new races outside of Ishgard have his excitement but when it comes to Miqo'te, a fair bunch have caused his opinion of the race to slant just slightly. He doesn't go far out of his way to make friends with them, even calling them 'cats', but there are a few exceptions that have been redeeming the bunch for him.<br />
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=Relationships=<br />
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==Family==<br />
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Ineela Locte - Having been asked to take Neela under his wing by her mother, Kiipa, Abrenard has become 'Uncle Kweh' to the younger woman and humors her nickname for him through styling his hair after the 'bird's behind' which she seemed to find amusing when they were first introduced. The pair have become strongly bonded after only a short time and though he's never had any family, she is one he would gladly defend with his life.<br />
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==Comrades==<br />
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Currently under the employ of the Dread Wyrm's of Dalamud's End, Abrenard serves as a personal guardian to Admiral Shiori herself and lives for the thrill of the fight provided in doing so due to her madcap adventures. The crew is vast and varied with many providing different talents.<br />
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*'''[[Shiori Eikitaika]]''' (PC) - His best friend and Admiral, their friendship began with a question about Gaspard's mask being worn and the pair being crude and teasing one another. He's often by her side regardless her choices and offers her quiet moments where he might hold her in his arms in an attempt to reassure and comfort her. As of late, however, tensions have risen due to her recent promotion and the state of affairs between Abrenard and the crew. While he nurses a fondness that might boarder upon romantic, he respects her far too much to risk the attempt to swoon her.<br />
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*'''[[Raih Unaze]]''' (PC) - The first time they met, the girl tried to bottle him upside the head for a joke about her sexual relations only to find Abrenard holding the shattered bottle to her throat with a snarl. Obviously, this hasn't exactly changed as of late given their last interaction involved the woman glaring at him and toying with knives prior to him threatening to send her woman home with naught but a torso, but she's not his most hated thing in the world after a new recruit to the crew has the perfect way of distracting him from hating Raih via speaking like someone who should never breed.<br />
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*'''[[Artoria Tumet]]''' (PC) - A superior of his amongst the crew, he finds himself constantly questioning how she ever came into a position of power. Young, arrogant and entirely self-serving from all that he's witnessed, he has little care for the orders of the girl. Having demonstrated openly that she's unstable and relatively out of control when it comes to her abilities, he's guarded about her position. Recently, she's taken it to an entirely new level after having openly refused to mend fences for Shiori's sake and seeming to believe he thinks with nothing but lust and arrogance, accusing him of falling silent once he learned of her preference for women. Though he's confused how that came about given he couldn't speak with a woman who all but disappeared after the initial moment, he's taken leave of the crew until something can be done about the matter.<br />
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*'''[[Roni Oni]]''' (PC) - A loud-mouthed youth who's taken to throwing the weight of his position as superior around, Abrenard's found himself growing ever more annoyed with the boy. Already having had to resist the urge to kick in his teeth after he threw various insults and slurs towards his niece and demanding that Abe follow his orders even when not on-duty for the crew, it's becoming a challenge to remain loyal.<br />
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*'''[[Erimmont Chevalier]]''' (PC) - Caretaker of the infirmary within Dalamud's End, Erimmont serves as an enigmatic father-figure of sorts to Abrenard. Despite the man's warm and friendly attitude with everyone, he's heard the growls tear from the man's throat when angry and finds his ability to hide that feral side of himself so perfectly incredibly disturbing.<br />
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==Friends==<br />
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'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
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*'''[[Sashana Star]]''' (PC) - It started with the man making an idle comment to another in the Quicksand regarding a motto he'd mostly seen proven true. "If you lack furry ears and a tail, you're generally left alone." Of course, Star heard such a thing and was quick to rush towards him with incredible displeasure for the jab and the pair made a show of outright snarling at one another for the next bell. Though eventually, Abrenard admitted there was a grudge which Star seemed intent to fix, meeting him nights later by chance and leading him away with but a kiss and a promise of a 'date'.<br />
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*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - Originally, she was just a pretty face who helped him find his way through Limsa Lominsa during his early days in the south. Now? She's a good friend and a set of ears when he needs them. Also, she seems intent on turning him into a fat lord as she continues to stuff him with various luxurious foods that he's never had before.<br />
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*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - Originally his mender and superior, Kiipa Nulstat remained a fast friend of Abrenard's after his departing of her Company and continues to offer him aid when his mind is clouded by dark thoughts. Having recently trusted him to protect her daughter from harm, he's often in touch with the Keeper Matriarch to ensure she's in fair health and keeping herself from working to near death.<br />
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*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him a stiff drink, employment, and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
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== Other Connections ==<br />
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=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
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*"The loud-mouthed red-headed prick? Yeah, he's been around. Drinks so heavily that I'm amazed his liver hasn't rotted from the inside."<br />
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*"I think he's overcompensating for something small with that boisterous attitude if you get what I mean."<br />
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==Moderate Rumors==<br />
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*"He's.. something. He's a bit of a prick but his heart is in the right place. I mean anyone who gives half of his earnings to random orphans must have some good merit, right?"<br />
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*"Caught him alone once without a drink. He looked almost like he was in a trance. Lost and distant. Must've seen some damned awful things."<br />
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==Rare Rumors==<br />
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*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving. A shame, really." <br />
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*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
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== PC Rumors ==<br />
* "Abrenard? He's a fucking arsehole. But he's one of ours so..." - [[Raih Unaze]]<br />
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(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
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=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
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==IC Quotes==<br />
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Posted as they are created.<br />
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==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
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=Music=<br />
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: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: Character theme regarding his leaving the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
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: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f55CqLc6IR0 Drink]''<br />
:: Artist: Alestorm<br />
:: Origin: ''Sunset on the Golden Age''<br />
:: <small>Context: A perfect song regarding his drinking habits and piracy. </small><br />
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=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
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*[http://irritableishgardian.tumblr.com/ Irritable Ishgardian] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
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=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=175694Abrenard Rondelet2016-05-15T04:57:09Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
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<div>''"You know. I could bloody well get used to this whole sky pirate business. Constant threat of injury or death, the wind whipping through your hair and adrenaline pumping through your veins. Ain't no better feeling."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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=History=<br />
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The conflict of the classes has always been an issue when it comes to the city-state of Ishgard. The rich tread upon the poor, the hungry left to fight for even the most meager of breadcrumbs to survive. The greed and self-entitlement led to no small manner of various affairs and scandals within the higher-class. Abrenard Rondelet was but the by-product of one such scandal, the result of the union between Lord and servant. The bastard of noble blood. <br />
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In an effort to save the House such humiliation and to avoid the wrath of the Lady, the days-old babe was delivered to the steps of an orphanage within the Brume with naught but a hand-woven basket with but a thin blanket to protect him. It wasn't an uncommon occurance in any fashion. Left without any indication of a name, the boy was given the name of the deceased Matron's son who's hair was the same brilliant shade as his own. <br />
When he came of the bare minimum age to work, he was in the streets, tending to any meager duty he could. From feebly cleaning the rubble left in the streets from the most recent attacks to painting houses and the like, his life never had a moment of respite from the harsh reality of the world.<br />
As grew older, work was scarce and often offered to those more in need. There was no bitterness within him. In fact, he preferred that the others take the easier work as they hadn't the strength to live as he did. He'd taken a shining to thievery. Quick fingers and sleight-of-hand made certain the boy was rarely seen and in the few instances he was, his nimble feet carried him over walls and roofs to safety before any could spot him. Despite the crime, it was never out of greed but of survival. Taking only food and drink that he needed to survive the day while providing for his 'brothers'.<br />
But he wanted more. Constant conflict with the children of nobility gave rise to anger and then determination. Looking not to their houses but to the armor-clad figures that soared through the sky whenever the scale-kin loomed, Abrenard Rondelet began living for the sole purpose of joining the ranks of the Dragoon. Those of noble-blood could boast all they wanted of their superior talents but when a commoner took such an honor from sheer force of effort? The look upon their faces would be glorious..<br />
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Each day was spent training heavily. Mind. Body. He'd take to tests of wit against his elders in the taverns, most often through games of triple triade. He'd throw himself to challenges of endurance and strength, hauling rubble and taking jobs such as tilling fields to improve himself while each night was spent with lance in hand.<br />
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His efforts over the years paid off. He was welcomed into the order with an above average impression upon his superiors and wasted little time in pushing himself higher into the ranks. The outrage and disbelief on the faces of those who'd mocked his class for so long were well worth every moment.<br />
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This drove a few extremists to an act that would tear the man down from the inside. Abrenard had a habit of 'adopting' the youth of the Brume to ensure they survived, taking care of them as best he could. Gaspard was but a boy in his teens and unable to survive as his brother had due to a birth-given defect that slowed his motor skills. One who idolized Abrenard and gifted him with a hand-crafted mask that he'd often wear when in the midst of theft. It was he they chose to frame for theft and attempted sexual assault upon one of their daughters, who played her part perfectly. Weeping and sobbing hysterically. Abrenard arrived just in time to watch the blade cut the boy's throat. No trial. No justice.<br />
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The lance cast aside, Abrenard had a new purpose. He couldn't justify defending a people so vicious and spiteful that they'd kill an innocent just for the sake of enraging another. He took to the taverns, to the streets. Long had he heard the tale of the fabled 'Dark Knights'. Of their deeds most would call villainous against the Holy See, but within Abrenard saw only justice, pure and true. They danced around no politics, heeded no law. He needed to find one such Knight.<br />
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It took many moons before a reliable source finally managed to locate the rumors of one such character. Abrenard latched onto it and gave chase, eventually happening across the armored figure and wasting little time in lashing out at him, steeling himself to restrain the other before demanding he be taught. There was something in the boy's eye, that look of utter desperation and outrage, that the Knight saw potential within.<br />
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Years passed. None had seen nor heard from either of the pair since their meeting. The Calamity had fallen and Ishgard lay feet beneath the snow, silence gripping the night.. until a sharp scream of fear and agony pierced the night and the woman who had commanded the death of Gaspard plummeted from her balcony with skull shattering upon the pavement, her middle torn by serrated blade.<br />
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He'd had his justice. Gaspard had his vengeance. Fleeing from the scene with those very same nimble feet that'd allowed him to escape before, Abrenard Rondelet took flight from the nation of Ishgard and found himself within Tailfeather, hiding amongst the hunters until more recently the gates were opened and he took the chance to flee the Holy See inquisitors with a venture south.<br />
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=Personality=<br />
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An incredibly abrasive and blunt man on the outside, Abrenard tends to have a way of bringing the worst kind of attention upon himself due to his nature to disregard coddling anyone who spends most of their time feeling sorry for themselves given his own harsh upbringing. Regardless, the man seems to be openly welcoming to near anyone willing to sit and enjoy a drink by his side. He's not ever one to allow troublemakers to go without a stern word of warning. Under the rugged exterior lies a quiet man, one ravaged by both his deeds and the memory of how cruel 'humanity' can truly be.<br />
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==Other Notes==<br />
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'''Likes'''<br />
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*Alcohol: <br />
He's done a fair amount of deeds he regrets heavily and finds that alcohol is likely the safest way to keep the darker avenues of his mind from drawing him down memory lane. More often than not, it's safe to assume he's intoxicated in some form with a hint of drink on his breath. His drink of choice? "Rum. No additions. Just a straight, tall glass of just rum."<br />
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*Nurturing:<br />
He has an incredible weakness when it comes to helping those who can't help themselves. It's not uncommon to see him trotting about with his adopted niece, Inelaa Locte, in tow. Quick to offer an ear, a gift, a cuddle or more to those who are in need, it's clear he does have some form of soft-spot within that hardened exterior.<br />
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*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
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'''Dislikes'''<br />
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*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
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*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
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*Miqo'te:<br />
He's no racist. Not by a long shot. Many of the new races outside of Ishgard have his excitement but when it comes to Miqo'te, a fair bunch have caused his opinion of the race to slant just slightly. He doesn't go far out of his way to make friends with them, even calling them 'cats', but there are a few exceptions that have been redeeming the bunch for him.<br />
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=Relationships=<br />
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==Family==<br />
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Ineela Locte - Having been asked to take Neela under his wing by her mother, Kiipa, Abrenard has become 'Uncle Kweh' to the younger woman and humors her nickname for him through styling his hair after the 'bird's behind' which she seemed to find amusing when they were first introduced. The pair have become strongly bonded after only a short time and though he's never had any family, she is one he would gladly defend with his life.<br />
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==Comrades==<br />
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Currently under the employ of the Dread Wyrm's of Dalamud's End, Abrenard serves as a personal guardian to Admiral Shiori herself and lives for the thrill of the fight provided in doing so due to her madcap adventures. The crew is vast and varied with many providing different talents.<br />
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*'''[[Shiori Eikitaika]]''' (PC) - His best friend and Admiral, their friendship began with a question about Gaspard's mask being worn and the pair being crude and teasing one another. He's often by her side regardless her choices and offers her quiet moments where he might hold her in his arms in an attempt to reassure and comfort her. As of late, however, tensions have risen due to her recent promotion and the state of affairs between Abrenard and the crew. While he nurses a fondness that might boarder upon romantic, he respects her far too much to risk the attempt to swoon her.<br />
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*'''[[Raih Unaze]]''' (PC) - The first time they met, the girl tried to bottle him upside the head for a joke about her sexual relations only to find Abrenard holding the shattered bottle to her throat with a snarl. Obviously, this hasn't exactly changed as of late given their last interaction involved the woman glaring at him and toying with knives prior to him threatening to send her woman home with naught but a torso, but she's not his most hated thing in the world after a new recruit to the crew has the perfect way of distracting him from hating Raih via speaking like someone who should never breed.<br />
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*'''[[Artoria Tumet]]''' (PC) - A superior of his amongst the crew, he finds himself constantly questioning how she ever came into a position of power. Young, arrogant and entirely self-serving from all that he's witnessed, he has little care for the orders of the girl. Having demonstrated openly that she's unstable and relatively out of control when it comes to her abilities, he's guarded about her position. Recently, she's taken it to an entirely new level after having openly refused to mend fences for Shiori's sake and seeming to believe he thinks with nothing but lust and arrogance, accusing him of falling silent once he learned of her preference for women. Though he's confused how that came about given he couldn't speak with a woman who all but disappeared after the initial moment, he's taken leave of the crew until something can be done about the matter.<br />
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*'''[[Roni Oni]]''' (PC) - A loud-mouthed youth who's taken to throwing the weight of his position as superior around, Abrenard's found himself growing ever more annoyed with the boy. Already having had to resist the urge to kick in his teeth after he threw various insults and slurs towards his niece and demanding that Abe follow his orders even when not on-duty for the crew, it's becoming a challenge to remain loyal.<br />
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*'''[[Erimmont Chevalier]]''' (PC) - Caretaker of the infirmary within Dalamud's End, Erimmont serves as an enigmatic father-figure of sorts to Abrenard. Despite the man's warm and friendly attitude with everyone, he's heard the growls tear from the man's throat when angry and finds his ability to hide that feral side of himself so perfectly incredibly disturbing.<br />
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==Friends==<br />
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'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
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*'''[[Sashana Star]]''' (PC) - It started with the man making an idle comment to another in the Quicksand regarding a motto he'd mostly seen proven true. "If you lack furry ears and a tail, you're generally left alone." Of course, Star heard such a thing and was quick to rush towards him with incredible displeasure for the jab and the pair made a show of outright snarling at one another for the next bell. Though eventually, Abrenard admitted there was a grudge which Star seemed intent to fix, meeting him nights later by chance and leading him away with but a kiss and a promise of a 'date'.<br />
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*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - Originally, she was just a pretty face who helped him find his way through Limsa Lominsa during his early days in the south. Now? She's a good friend and a set of ears when he needs them. Also, she seems intent on turning him into a fat lord as she continues to stuff him with various luxurious foods that he's never had before.<br />
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*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - Originally his mender and superior, Kiipa Nulstat remained a fast friend of Abrenard's after his departing of her Company and continues to offer him aid when his mind is clouded by dark thoughts. Having recently trusted him to protect her daughter from harm, he's often in touch with the Keeper Matriarch to ensure she's in fair health and keeping herself from working to near death.<br />
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*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
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== Other Connections ==<br />
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=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
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*"The loud-mouthed red-headed prick? Yeah, he's been around. Drinks so heavily that I'm amazed his liver hasn't rotted from the inside."<br />
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*"I think he's overcompensating for something small with that boisterous attitude, if you get what I mean."<br />
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==Moderate Rumors==<br />
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*"He's.. something. He's a bit of a prick but his heart is in the right place. I mean, anyone who gives half of his earnings to random orphans must have some good merit, right?"<br />
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*"Caught him alone once without a drink. He looked almost like he was in a trance. Lost and distant. Must've seen some damned awful things."<br />
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==Rare Rumors==<br />
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*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving. A shame, really." <br />
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*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
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== PC Rumors ==<br />
* "Abrenard? He's a fucking arsehole. But he's one of ours so..." - [[Raih Unaze]]<br />
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(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
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=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
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==IC Quotes==<br />
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Posted as they are created.<br />
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==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
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=Music=<br />
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: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: Character theme regarding his leaving the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
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: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f55CqLc6IR0 Drink]''<br />
:: Artist: Alestorm<br />
:: Origin: ''Sunset on the Golden Age''<br />
:: <small>Context: A perfect song regarding his drinking habits and piracy. </small><br />
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=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
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*[http://irritableishgardian.tumblr.com/ Irritable Ishgardian] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
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=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
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| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 230 Ponze<br />
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| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Erimmont_Chevalier&diff=172695Erimmont Chevalier2016-04-30T11:33:25Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
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=Details=<br />
[[File:ChimeraChevalier.png|right|frame|<div style="padding:10px 20px; font-size:13px;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 5px silver;letter-spacing:0.1em;"><center><font style="color: black;">'''❝'''</font> <font style="color: black;">''The Twelveswood is my land. Watch your step.''</font> <font style="color: black;">'''❞'''</font></center></div>]]<br />
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<div align=justify><div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#0D0D0D;font-family:Georgia;">Erimmont Chevalier ('''Pronounciation''': air-e-moan shə-ˈval-ˌyā) ) is a Wildwood of mixed blood that claims the Black Shroud as his territory. Though he's worked with several Free Companies in the past, he currently stands as a leader within the Artifice of Reason as a teacher, researcher and mender to those in need. Rare though it is, the man continues to write various erotic novels under the ''nom-de-plume'' Shroudheart. </div></div><br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#0D0D0D;font-family:Georgia;">Twin scars decorate his cheeks in an oddly symmetric fashion, seeming far too orderly to be earned in honest combat. Brilliant crystalline hues intently study each and every minute detail of his surroundings, ever aware and ready to act should the need arise. Despite his mixed heritage adding to his sense of hearing, his skin holds more of the Wildwood complexion.<br />
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His attire changes with his location. Within his own territory, he favors more wild and savage clothing that allows mobility while keeping his vitals protected. When among the civilized, he's often found within the confines far more reserved and professional clothing. More often than not, the man can be found donning a full suit with little more than his tome of notes and research latched to his belt.<br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#0D0D0D;font-family:Georgia;">With practice over the years to develop his face amongst the crowds, Erimmont Chevalier proves more often than not to be a patient and understanding soul to most who don't care to investigate on a more personal level. Look just under the surface of his eloquent speech and formal attire and you'll yet find a man who would hold no qualms of cutting a throat without care for who it belonged to if it meant protecting his lands and his people. A ruthless savage hidden away behind a kind smile.</div><br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#0D0D0D;">'''Aetherical Arts'''.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#0D0D0D;">'''Astrology'''.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#0D0D0D;">'''The Wild'''.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#0D0D0D;">'''Seclusion'''.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#0D0D0D;">'''Hunting & Tracking'''.</font></div><br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#0D0D0D;">'''Arrogance'''.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#0D0D0D;">'''Weakness'''.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#0D0D0D;">'''Foolishness'''.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#0D0D0D;">'''Nobility '''.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#0D0D0D;">'''Trespassers'''.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#0D0D0D;">'''Poaching'''.</font></div><br />
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=Combat=<br />
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<div align=justify><div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#0D0D0D;font-family:Georgia;">Researcher the man may be yet he is relentless when pushed into combat. With a vast amount of aetherical knowledge at his disposal, the man is capable of interweaving from several different schools of magic to overwhelm and consume his opponent in viciously destructive blasts. Rare is it that he takes a hostage into his midst, instead preferring to eliminate a threat outright than allow it freedom to fester.</div></div><br />
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=History=<br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">T'was a fine day, the twenty-third of the Third Umbral Moon when Erimmont Chevalier took his very first breath of air into his lungs. Yes, the boy had lucked out that day as he found himself born to the father whom served as a wealthy and respected adventurer along with his mother... whom, sadly, did not make it through the strain of his birth. Though let it not be sad the woman died in agony. Upon seeing the fruits of her labor, the dear woman laid herself to rest with a smile on her face, knowing her time had come. </font></div><br><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">The father did all he could for little Erimmont. Taught him the finer points of archery and the joys of the arts when he was still young. The only mistake he made, of course, was allowing him to search through his mother's old collection of novels where he stumbled upon the first of what was to be many saucy texts read by the man: "The Passionate Seas", the tale of a vicious and rugged pirate by the name of Captain Wood and how he sailed the seas, stealing away a rich man's bride... only to find himself longing for her as she stole away his heart and found herself ravaged by more than just his charm. </font></div><br><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">Such a tale began his addiction to such novels. Most of his time was spent indulging in the guilty pleasure. Every so often, his father would call upon him to aid in a little adventure or two. It wasn't until Monty had reached the age of twenty that things took a turn for the worst. The task was a simple one. Get an unmarked package from point A to point B. Nothing out of the ordinary, of course. Many saw adventurers as a means to get their 'goods' where they needed to go. This task, however, was seen to be a set-up of sorts. As father and son walked the path, they soon found their way blocked by what looked to be a crew of bandits. Not uncommon.. until they found both sides surrounded. Before they could turn to flee, an arrow found the heart of his father, dropping the man who's last moment was spent reaching out towards his son. The last words exchanged were few: "Run, boy! Run!"</font></div><br><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">Run he did, winding his way through the path, taking detours and covering his trail as his father had taught him. Even as tears found themselves falling from his eyes, the boy never stopped until he reached home. The funeral went as planned. The body of the man had been gathered from the roadside. A small blessing through the tragedy. As they spoke the rites to lay him to rest, a hand touched upon Monty's shoulder. A woman of such alluring beauty and charm that there was little he could do to resist her. His heart lay open and vulnerable as she took it into her hands to nurse his inner wounds. Though his love for her was swift, drawing him towards marriage was a far bigger task. </font></div><br><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">It was five years after the passing of his father that he finally agreed to it. The wedding was to be a grand one indeed. Though his family was well respected for their efforts to aid those in need, they were also well known for the amount of wealth they had brought together through their success. Monty stood before the hidden vault that held their riches, a budget in hand as he drew out the required coin when his world suddenly turned very, very dark. </font></div><br><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">There was a dull ache at the back of his skull when next he awoke in a chair. Twisting his wrists, he found them bound firmly behind him. The room itself was poorly lit and only one figure could be seen amongst the many he could hear. The figure stood hooded and shrouded in a garb that he had only seen once... and it was enough to tell him how very foolish he'd been. As the hood fell, the face of his bride-to-be stood smirking over him with a blade in hand. While he mentally prepared himself for the worst to come, he instead found himself being lectured. </font></div><br><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">Lectured for how much of a fool he was. How difficult it had been to finally get him to open that vault after years and years of prodding. Before he could react, he found that blade she held strike him once across each cheek, deep enough to leave a horrid scar on both. The one on the left was to remind him of this day and how his own stupidity had doomed him to the life he was about to lead. The one on the right was to remind him never to waste the time of his betters. As the vault was left empty and the rest of them shuffled out, the woman leaned down to whisper one last thing into his ear. "The pleasure of killing your father was all mine, lover."</font></div><br><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">His world went black once more and it was to the sounds of a carriage in motion that he awoke. Darkness had long since fallen over the road. The man drawing the carriage gave a short and crude laugh before informing the man of what was to become of him. They couldn't have him go spouting shite about the death of his father or his betrayal by the woman's hands. No. Erimmont Chevalier was to be made into a slave. The news was unsurprising at this point. Given the shock of all the recent and dark events, the man couldn't bring his heart to care much more. </font></div><br><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">Still, he wasn't about to give anyone the satisfaction of having their plan go without a hitch. Discovering a large shard of splintered wood, the man buried the thing into his own flesh in order to work it into the ropes that bound him. Though his blood spilled heavily and he was left scarred by the ordeal, he managed to sever the rope and escape out the back of the wagon. Left nude and without much in the way of weapon, he had but one choice. His father's words rang within his head once more as he took to the darkness and made his escape. Once more, he covered his tracks and made use of all the knowledge his father had bestowed upon him until he had found his way home. </font></div><br><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">There wasn't much to be done when it came to charges. They had already made their way far out of the law's reach. Left without anything to his name save his collection, he began anew. Through the events that had happened and the help of his novels, he realized there was no such thing as love. Love was meant for fairy tales and saucy texts. Reality had no use for it. With that in mind, he allowed his home one final goodbye before taking his leave to live life deep within the Shroud, away from any who might try to draw him once more into the life that he abandoned. </font></div><br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">Setting out into the lands he once called home, Erimmont has returned to his hermitage. Reclusive as he is, it is incredibly rare to find him out among the public. Should any seek to happen across him, he is most often found within the clearing of the Lifemender Stump. While his services remain open to those who would contact him, no longer does he offer it without strings. Favoring 'survival of the fittest', Erimmont reserves the right to deny one his talents should they prove not to learn from their mistakes. The weak have no place in the world. </font></div><br><br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "They've found mutilated corpses 'round his neck of the woods. Didn't heed the warning." </div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "He's been seen with this bloody massive hound by his side. Can't imagine what he feeds the thing."</div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "Used to be a writer. Can't recall the subject matter but you can still find his books lingering around town."</div><br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "Not sure what it is about the fella but him bein' 'round for any length o' time makes the hairs on my neck stand right straight."</div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "Them scars on his face? Some say he carved them there himself as a reminder of what he lost and what he was becoming."</div><br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "It was by his own hand that he murdered his fiance. Shattered her spine and cut her throat while she lay crumpled."</div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "If you're looking to scrap with him, best have your affairs in order. He's not known to leave them living if he's the victor."</div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "Erotica. That's what he used to write. Can you belief it? Shroudheart was the name."</div><br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "Mm, what do you want to know of him, and what will you give in return for such knowledge?" She pauses and chuckles darkly. "I will say this freely of the man: He has a vast myriad of skills, and should not be underestimated thusly." — ''[[Madelaine Lachance]]''. </div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "It's not so often you run into an elezen so well-versed in writing. Have you read anything of his? It's really quite brilliant." — ''[[Vi Lindon]]''. </div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "Erimmont is a unique individual. I counted myself lucky to be as close to him as I was. He was a very fierce man, more so than most would give him credit for." — ''[[Glioca Sargonnai]]''. </div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "He was supposed to be an experiment, in some ways. Pick apart his mind, find out what makes him tick. Instead, I ended up leaving that at the wayside somewhere along the line. I wish I could help him more than he claims I do. He's precious and dear to me." — ''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''. </div><br />
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<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#0D0D0D;">''I personally welcome anyone and everyone to seek out the broody Elezen male if they might so be inclined. Despite his extreme point of view, he's rather pleasant so long as you adhere to his code. Tells and walk-up RP are always welcome and adored so long as I'm not in the midst of anything terribly important.''</div></div><br />
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:<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#0D0D0D;">■ '''''I will play''' .'' </div> Social, Combat, Story-driven Role-play.</div><br />
:<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#0D0D0D;">■ '''''Ask about''' .''</div> No's, interactions with his novels or involvement in his past life.</div><br />
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:<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#0D0D0D;">■ ''I hardly mind if you wish to converse with me via tells or even use them as a medium for role-play. However, a personal pet peeve is being constantly pestered if I'm not quick on the response. I often multi-task as the wait between posts tends to vary. It does not mean I've lost interest, merely that I was drawn away or something has come up. If you are curious, you are welcome to ask.''</div></div><br />
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:<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#0D0D0D;">■ ''IC Tumblr (18+): [http://thetwelveswoodchimera.tumblr.com/ http://thetwelveswoodchimera.tumblr.com/]''</div></div><br />
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:<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#0D0D0D;">■ ''Hired Guardian: Erimmont is currently available for any and all freelance/mercenary work. Delivery of goods or messages, personal protection or stand-in mender should such be required. Simply contact in-game or via forums and it can be discussed.''</div></div><br />
:<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#0D0D0D;">■ ''Trespasser: The terms of Erimmont's territory are rather loosely defined and many have little to no idea such exists. Pass through peacefully and no harm will come to you. Engage in upsetting the balance and be visited by the guardian of the Greenwrath. You're welcome to offer such a meeting if you should so desire.''</div></div><br />
:<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#0D0D0D;">■ ''The City-Bound Hermit: Often forced to leave the seclusion of his home for business or for the sake of a personal matter, Erimmont can be seen every so often within the crowds. You're more than welcome to come across him if you wish.''</div></div><br />
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<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#0D0D0D;">''Information in this Wiki is Lore Compliant to the best of the player's knowledge pre-Calamity using Wikis, and lore-dredging on Google. Information that has been changed to better fit with the lore of XIV will be listed below as necessary.''</div></div><br />
:<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#0D0D0D;">■ ''No changes required.''</div></div><br />
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[[File:ChimeraChevalier.png|right|frame|<div style="padding:10px 20px; font-size:13px;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 5px silver;letter-spacing:0.1em;"><center><font style="color: black;">'''❝'''</font> <font style="color: black;">''The Twelveswood is my land. Watch your step.''</font> <font style="color: black;">'''❞'''</font></center></div>]]<br />
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<div align=justify><div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#0D0D0D;font-family:Georgia;">Erimmont Chevalier ('''Pronounciation''': air-e-moan shə-ˈval-ˌyā) is a Wildwood Elezen of mixed heritage from the Black Shroud. A reclusive researcher whom prowls the Twelveswood, guarding his territory from those who would spread discontent within the wood. He's worked with a number of Free Companies in Eorzea in the past but no longer holds ties to any. In the past, he wrote a variety of erotic novels under the ''nom-de-plume'' Shroudheart. </div></div><br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#0D0D0D;font-family:Georgia;">Twin scars decorate his cheeks in an oddly symmetric fashion, seeming far too orderly to be earned in honest combat. Brilliant crystalline hues intently study each and every minute detail of his surroundings, ever aware and ready to act should the need arise. His attire changes with his location. Within his own territory, he favors more wild and savage clothing that allows mobility while keeping his vitals protected. When among the civilized, he's often found within the confines of far more reserved clothing that serves to disguise the weaponry hidden on his body. A rather new addition holds place over his left eye. Closer inspection of the eye itself seems to elude to perfect health, yet he seems intent on keeping it covered.</div><br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#0D0D0D;font-family:Georgia;">Long gone is the gentle soul that clambered from the Twelveswood a year prior, replaced now by a reserved and disquieting individual that rarely speaks unless questioned. His vocabulary and way with words elude to a man well-learned yet there lies the harsh growl of one lost to an ever-present sea of anger and discontent. Fiercely protective of the Shroud and those creatures who live under her canopy, it's with incredible devotion that he would defend his lands. He holds the motto 'survival of the fittest' dear to his heart and has no issue allowing the ill-suited to die should they prove to be unworthy of saving. Among the crowds, he can often be seen on the sidelines with his back to a wall, eyes stealing every detail they can from each individual that would approach with a heavy amount of distrust in his gaze. </div><br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#0D0D0D;">'''Arrogance'''.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#0D0D0D;">'''Weakness'''.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#0D0D0D;">'''Foolishness'''.</font></div><br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">T'was a fine day, the twenty-third of the Third Umbral Moon when Erimmont Chevalier took his very first breath of air into his lungs. Yes, the boy had lucked out that day as he found himself born to the father whom served as a wealthy and respected adventurer along with his mother... whom, sadly, did not make it through the strain of his birth. Though let it not be sad the woman died in agony. Upon seeing the fruits of her labor, the dear woman laid herself to rest with a smile on her face, knowing her time had come. </font></div><br><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">The father did all he could for little Erimmont. Taught him the finer points of archery and the joys of the arts when he was still young. The only mistake he made, of course, was allowing him to search through his mother's old collection of novels where he stumbled upon the first of what was to be many saucy texts read by the man: "The Passionate Seas", the tale of a vicious and rugged pirate by the name of Captain Wood and how he sailed the seas, stealing away a rich man's bride... only to find himself longing for her as she stole away his heart and found herself ravaged by more than just his charm. </font></div><br><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">Such a tale began his addiction to such novels. Most of his time was spent indulging in the guilty pleasure. Every so often, his father would call upon him to aid in a little adventure or two. It wasn't until Monty had reached the age of twenty that things took a turn for the worst. The task was a simple one. Get an unmarked package from point A to point B. Nothing out of the ordinary, of course. Many saw adventurers as a means to get their 'goods' where they needed to go. This task, however, was seen to be a set-up of sorts. As father and son walked the path, they soon found their way blocked by what looked to be a crew of bandits. Not uncommon.. until they found both sides surrounded. Before they could turn to flee, an arrow found the heart of his father, dropping the man who's last moment was spent reaching out towards his son. The last words exchanged were few: "Run, boy! Run!"</font></div><br><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">Run he did, winding his way through the path, taking detours and covering his trail as his father had taught him. Even as tears found themselves falling from his eyes, the boy never stopped until he reached home. The funeral went as planned. The body of the man had been gathered from the roadside. A small blessing through the tragedy. As they spoke the rites to lay him to rest, a hand touched upon Monty's shoulder. A woman of such alluring beauty and charm that there was little he could do to resist her. His heart lay open and vulnerable as she took it into her hands to nurse his inner wounds. Though his love for her was swift, drawing him towards marriage was a far bigger task. </font></div><br><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">It was five years after the passing of his father that he finally agreed to it. The wedding was to be a grand one indeed. Though his family was well respected for their efforts to aid those in need, they were also well known for the amount of wealth they had brought together through their success. Monty stood before the hidden vault that held their riches, a budget in hand as he drew out the required coin when his world suddenly turned very, very dark. </font></div><br><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">There was a dull ache at the back of his skull when next he awoke in a chair. Twisting his wrists, he found them bound firmly behind him. The room itself was poorly lit and only one figure could be seen amongst the many he could hear. The figure stood hooded and shrouded in a garb that he had only seen once... and it was enough to tell him how very foolish he'd been. As the hood fell, the face of his bride-to-be stood smirking over him with a blade in hand. While he mentally prepared himself for the worst to come, he instead found himself being lectured. </font></div><br><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">Lectured for how much of a fool he was. How difficult it had been to finally get him to open that vault after years and years of prodding. Before he could react, he found that blade she held strike him once across each cheek, deep enough to leave a horrid scar on both. The one on the left was to remind him of this day and how his own stupidity had doomed him to the life he was about to lead. The one on the right was to remind him never to waste the time of his betters. As the vault was left empty and the rest of them shuffled out, the woman leaned down to whisper one last thing into his ear. "The pleasure of killing your father was all mine, lover."</font></div><br><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">His world went black once more and it was to the sounds of a carriage in motion that he awoke. Darkness had long since fallen over the road. The man drawing the carriage gave a short and crude laugh before informing the man of what was to become of him. They couldn't have him go spouting shite about the death of his father or his betrayal by the woman's hands. No. Erimmont Chevalier was to be made into a slave. The news was unsurprising at this point. Given the shock of all the recent and dark events, the man couldn't bring his heart to care much more. </font></div><br><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">Still, he wasn't about to give anyone the satisfaction of having their plan go without a hitch. Discovering a large shard of splintered wood, the man buried the thing into his own flesh in order to work it into the ropes that bound him. Though his blood spilled heavily and he was left scarred by the ordeal, he managed to sever the rope and escape out the back of the wagon. Left nude and without much in the way of weapon, he had but one choice. His father's words rang within his head once more as he took to the darkness and made his escape. Once more, he covered his tracks and made use of all the knowledge his father had bestowed upon him until he had found his way home. </font></div><br><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">There wasn't much to be done when it came to charges. They had already made their way far out of the law's reach. Left without anything to his name save his collection, he began anew. Through the events that had happened and the help of his novels, he realized there was no such thing as love. Love was meant for fairy tales and saucy texts. Reality had no use for it. With that in mind, he allowed his home one final goodbye before taking his leave to live life deep within the Shroud, away from any who might try to draw him once more into the life that he abandoned. </font></div><br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">Setting out into the lands he once called home, Erimmont has returned to his hermitage. Reclusive as he is, it is incredibly rare to find him out among the public. Should any seek to happen across him, he is most often found within the clearing of the Lifemender Stump. While his services remain open to those who would contact him, no longer does he offer it without strings. Favoring 'survival of the fittest', Erimmont reserves the right to deny one his talents should they prove not to learn from their mistakes. The weak have no place in the world. </font></div><br><br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "They've found mutilated corpses 'round his neck of the woods. Didn't heed the warning." </div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "He's been seen with this bloody massive hound by his side. Can't imagine what he feeds the thing."</div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "Used to be a writer. Can't recall the subject matter but you can still find his books lingering around town."</div><br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "Not sure what it is about the fella but him bein' 'round for any length o' time makes the hairs on my neck stand right straight."</div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "Them scars on his face? Some say he carved them there himself as a reminder of what he lost and what he was becoming."</div><br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "It was by his own hand that he murdered his fiance. Shattered her spine and cut her throat while she lay crumpled."</div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "If you're looking to scrap with him, best have your affairs in order. He's not known to leave them living if he's the victor."</div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "Erotica. That's what he used to write. Can you belief it? Shroudheart was the name."</div><br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "Mm, what do you want to know of him, and what will you give in return for such knowledge?" She pauses and chuckles darkly. "I will say this freely of the man: He has a vast myriad of skills, and should not be underestimated thusly." — ''[[Madelaine Lachance]]''. </div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "It's not so often you run into an elezen so well-versed in writing. Have you read anything of his? It's really quite brilliant." — ''[[Vi Lindon]]''. </div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "Erimmont is a unique individual. I counted myself lucky to be as close to him as I was. He was a very fierce man, more so than most would give him credit for." — ''[[Glioca Sargonnai]]''. </div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#0D0D0D;" size="2">■</font> "He was supposed to be an experiment, in some ways. Pick apart his mind, find out what makes him tick. Instead, I ended up leaving that at the wayside somewhere along the line. I wish I could help him more than he claims I do. He's precious and dear to me." — ''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''. </div><br />
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<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#0D0D0D;">''I personally welcome anyone and everyone to seek out the broody Elezen male if they might so be inclined. Despite his extreme point of view, he's rather pleasant so long as you adhere to his code. Tells and walk-up RP are always welcome and adored so long as I'm not in the midst of anything terribly important.''</div></div><br />
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:<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#0D0D0D;">■ '''''I will play''' .'' </div> Social, Combat, Story-driven Role-play.</div><br />
:<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#0D0D0D;">■ '''''Ask about''' .''</div> No's, interactions with his novels or involvement in his past life.</div><br />
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:<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#0D0D0D;">■ ''I hardly mind if you wish to converse with me via tells or even use them as a medium for role-play. However, a personal pet peeve is being constantly pestered if I'm not quick on the response. I often multi-task as the wait between posts tends to vary. It does not mean I've lost interest, merely that I was drawn away or something has come up. If you are curious, you are welcome to ask.''</div></div><br />
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:<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#0D0D0D;">■ ''IC Tumblr (18+): [http://thetwelveswoodchimera.tumblr.com/ http://thetwelveswoodchimera.tumblr.com/]''</div></div><br />
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:<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#0D0D0D;">■ ''Hired Guardian: Erimmont is currently available for any and all freelance/mercenary work. Delivery of goods or messages, personal protection or stand-in mender should such be required. Simply contact in-game or via forums and it can be discussed.''</div></div><br />
:<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#0D0D0D;">■ ''Trespasser: The terms of Erimmont's territory are rather loosely defined and many have little to no idea such exists. Pass through peacefully and no harm will come to you. Engage in upsetting the balance and be visited by the guardian of the Greenwrath. You're welcome to offer such a meeting if you should so desire.''</div></div><br />
:<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#0D0D0D;">■ ''The City-Bound Hermit: Often forced to leave the seclusion of his home for business or for the sake of a personal matter, Erimmont can be seen every so often within the crowds. You're more than welcome to come across him if you wish.''</div></div><br />
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<div>''"You know. I could bloody well get used to this whole sky pirate business. Constant threat of injury or death, the wind whipping through your hair and adrenaline pumping through your veins. Ain't no better feeling."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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The conflict of the classes has always been an issue when it comes to the city-state of Ishgard. The rich tread upon the poor, the hungry left to fight for even the most meager of breadcrumbs to survive. The greed and self-entitlement led to no small manner of various affairs and scandals within the higher-class. Abrenard Rondelet was but the by-product of one such scandal, the result of the union between Lord and servant. The bastard of noble blood. <br />
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In an effort to save the House such humiliation and to avoid the wrath of the Lady, the days-old babe was delivered to the steps of an orphanage within the Brume with naught but a hand-woven basket with but a thin blanket to protect him. It wasn't an uncommon occurance in any fashion. Left without any indication of a name, the boy was given the name of the deceased Matron's son who's hair was the same brilliant shade as his own. <br />
When he came of the bare minimum age to work, he was in the streets, tending to any meager duty he could. From feebly cleaning the rubble left in the streets from the most recent attacks to painting houses and the like, his life never had a moment of respite from the harsh reality of the world.<br />
As grew older, work was scarce and often offered to those more in need. There was no bitterness within him. In fact, he preferred that the others take the easier work as they hadn't the strength to live as he did. He'd taken a shining to thievery. Quick fingers and sleight-of-hand made certain the boy was rarely seen and in the few instances he was, his nimble feet carried him over walls and roofs to safety before any could spot him. Despite the crime, it was never out of greed but of survival. Taking only food and drink that he needed to survive the day while providing for his 'brothers'.<br />
But he wanted more. Constant conflict with the children of nobility gave rise to anger and then determination. Looking not to their houses but to the armor-clad figures that soared through the sky whenever the scale-kin loomed, Abrenard Rondelet began living for the sole purpose of joining the ranks of the Dragoon. Those of noble-blood could boast all they wanted of their superior talents but when a commoner took such an honor from sheer force of effort? The look upon their faces would be glorious..<br />
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Each day was spent training heavily. Mind. Body. He'd take to tests of wit against his elders in the taverns, most often through games of triple triade. He'd throw himself to challenges of endurance and strength, hauling rubble and taking jobs such as tilling fields to improve himself while each night was spent with lance in hand.<br />
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His efforts over the years paid off. He was welcomed into the order with an above average impression upon his superiors and wasted little time in pushing himself higher into the ranks. The outrage and disbelief on the faces of those who'd mocked his class for so long were well worth every moment.<br />
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This drove a few extremists to an act that would tear the man down from the inside. Abrenard had a habit of 'adopting' the youth of the Brume to ensure they survived, taking care of them as best he could. Gaspard was but a boy in his teens and unable to survive as his brother had due to a birth-given defect that slowed his motor skills. One who idolized Abrenard and gifted him with a hand-crafted mask that he'd often wear when in the midst of theft. It was he they chose to frame for theft and attempted sexual assault upon one of their daughters, who played her part perfectly. Weeping and sobbing hysterically. Abrenard arrived just in time to watch the blade cut the boy's throat. No trial. No justice.<br />
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The lance cast aside, Abrenard had a new purpose. He couldn't justify defending a people so vicious and spiteful that they'd kill an innocent just for the sake of enraging another. He took to the taverns, to the streets. Long had he heard the tale of the fabled 'Dark Knights'. Of their deeds most would call villainous against the Holy See, but within Abrenard saw only justice, pure and true. They danced around no politics, heeded no law. He needed to find one such Knight.<br />
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It took many moons before a reliable source finally managed to locate the rumors of one such character. Abrenard latched onto it and gave chase, eventually happening across the armored figure and wasting little time in lashing out at him, steeling himself to restrain the other before demanding he be taught. There was something in the boy's eye, that look of utter desperation and outrage, that the Knight saw potential within.<br />
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Years passed. None had seen nor heard from either of the pair since their meeting. The Calamity had fallen and Ishgard lay feet beneath the snow, silence gripping the night.. until a sharp scream of fear and agony pierced the night and the woman who had commanded the death of Gaspard plummeted from her balcony with skull shattering upon the pavement, her middle torn by serrated blade.<br />
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He'd had his justice. Gaspard had his vengeance. Fleeing from the scene with those very same nimble feet that'd allowed him to escape before, Abrenard Rondelet took flight from the nation of Ishgard and found himself within Tailfeather, hiding amongst the hunters until more recently the gates were opened and he took the chance to flee the Holy See inquisitors with a venture south.<br />
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=Personality=<br />
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An incredibly abrasive and blunt man on the outside, Abrenard tends to have a way of bringing the worst kind of attention upon himself due to his nature to disregard coddling anyone who spends most of their time feeling sorry for themselves given his own harsh upbringing. Regardless, the man seems to be openly welcoming to near anyone willing to sit and enjoy a drink by his side. He's not ever one to allow troublemakers to go without a stern word of warning. Under the rugged exterior lies a quiet man, one ravaged by both his deeds and the memory of how cruel 'humanity' can truly be.<br />
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*Alcohol: <br />
He's done a fair amount of deeds he regrets heavily and finds that alcohol is likely the safest way to keep the darker avenues of his mind from drawing him down memory lane. More often than not, it's safe to assume he's intoxicated in some form with a hint of drink on his breath. His drink of choice? "Rum. No additions. Just a straight, tall glass of just rum."<br />
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*Nurturing:<br />
He has an incredible weakness when it comes to helping those who can't help themselves. It's not uncommon to see him trotting about with his adopted niece, Inelaa Locte, in tow. Quick to offer an ear, a gift, a cuddle or more to those who are in need, it's clear he does have some form of soft-spot within that hardened exterior.<br />
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*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
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*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
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*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
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*Miqo'te:<br />
He's no racist. Not by a long shot. Many of the new races outside of Ishgard have his excitement but when it comes to Miqo'te, a fair bunch have caused his opinion of the race to slant just slightly. He doesn't go far out of his way to make friends with them, even calling them 'cats', but there are a few exceptions that have been redeeming the bunch for him.<br />
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Ineela Locte - Having been asked to take Neela under his wing by her mother, Kiipa, Abrenard has become 'Uncle Kweh' to the younger woman and humors her nickname for him through styling his hair after the 'bird's behind' which she seemed to find amusing when they were first introduced. The pair have become strongly bonded after only a short time and though he's never had any family, she is one he would gladly defend with his life.<br />
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Currently under the employ of the Dread Wyrm's of Dalamud's End, Abrenard serves as a personal guardian to Admiral Shiori herself and lives for the thrill of the fight provided in doing so due to her madcap adventures. The crew is vast and varied with many providing different talents.<br />
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*'''[[Shiori Eikitaika]]''' (PC) - His best friend and Admiral, their friendship began with a question about Gaspard's mask being worn and the pair being crude and teasing one another. He's often by her side regardless her choices and offers her quiet moments where he might hold her in his arms in an attempt to reassure and comfort her. As of late, however, tensions have risen due to her recent promotion and the state of affairs between Abrenard and the crew. While he nurses a fondness that might boarder upon romantic, he respects her far too much to risk the attempt to swoon her.<br />
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*'''[[Raih Unaze]]''' (PC) - The first time they met, the girl tried to bottle him upside the head for a joke about her sexual relations only to find Abrenard holding the shattered bottle to her throat with a snarl. Obviously, this hasn't exactly changed as of late given their last interaction involved the woman glaring at him and toying with knives prior to him threatening to send her woman home with naught but a torso, but she's not his most hated thing in the world after a new recruit to the crew has the perfect way of distracting him from hating Raih via speaking like someone who should never breed.<br />
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*'''[[Artoria Tumet]]''' (PC) - A superior of his amongst the crew, he finds himself constantly questioning how she ever came into a position of power. Young, arrogant and entirely self-serving from all that he's witnessed, he has little care for the orders of the girl. Having demonstrated openly that she's unstable and relatively out of control when it comes to her abilities, he's guarded about her position. Recently, she's taken it to an entirely new level after having openly refused to mend fences for Shiori's sake and seeming to believe he thinks with nothing but lust and arrogance, accusing him of falling silent once he learned of her preference for women. Though he's confused how that came about given he couldn't speak with a woman who all but disappeared after the initial moment, he's taken leave of the crew until something can be done about the matter.<br />
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*'''[[Roni Oni]]''' (PC) - A loud-mouthed youth who's taken to throwing the weight of his position as superior around, Abrenard's found himself growing ever more annoyed with the boy. Already having had to resist the urge to kick in his teeth after he threw various insults and slurs towards his niece and demanding that Abe follow his orders even when not on-duty for the crew, it's becoming a challenge to remain loyal.<br />
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*'''[[Erimmont Chevalier]]''' (PC) - Caretaker of the infirmary within Dalamud's End, Erimmont serves as an enigmatic father-figure of sorts to Abrenard. Despite the man's warm and friendly attitude with everyone, he's heard the growls tear from the man's throat when angry and finds his ability to hide that feral side of himself so perfectly incredibly disturbing.<br />
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'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
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*'''[[Sashana Star]]''' (PC) - It started with the man making an idle comment to another in the Quicksand regarding a motto he'd mostly seen proven true. "If you lack furry ears and a tail, you're generally left alone." Of course, Star heard such a thing and was quick to rush towards him with incredible displeasure for the jab and the pair made a show of outright snarling at one another for the next bell. Though eventually, Abrenard admitted there was a grudge which Star seemed intent to fix, meeting him nights later by chance and leading him away with but a kiss and a promise of a 'date'.<br />
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*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - Originally, she was just a pretty face who helped him find his way through Limsa Lominsa during his early days in the south. Now? She's a good friend and a set of ears when he needs them. Also, she seems intent on turning him into a fat lord as she continues to stuff him with various luxurious foods that he's never had before.<br />
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*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - Originally his mender and superior, Kiipa Nulstat remained a fast friend of Abrenard's after his departing of her Company and continues to offer him aid when his mind is clouded by dark thoughts. Having recently trusted him to protect her daughter from harm, he's often in touch with the Keeper Matriarch to ensure she's in fair health and keeping herself from working to near death.<br />
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*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
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==Common Rumors==<br />
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*"The loud-mouthed red-headed prick? Yeah, he's been around. Drinks so heavily that I'm amazed his liver hasn't rotted from the inside."<br />
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*"I think he's overcompensating for something small with that boisterous attitude, if you get what I mean."<br />
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*"He's.. something. He's a bit of a prick but his heart is in the right place. I mean, anyone who gives half of his earnings to random orphans must have some good merit, right?"<br />
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*"Caught him alone once without a drink. He looked almost like he was in a trance. Lost and distant. Must've seen some damned awful things."<br />
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*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving. A shame, really." <br />
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*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
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(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
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=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
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==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
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: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: Character theme regarding his leaving the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
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: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f55CqLc6IR0 Drink]''<br />
:: Artist: Alestorm<br />
:: Origin: ''Sunset on the Golden Age''<br />
:: <small>Context: A perfect song regarding his drinking habits and piracy. </small><br />
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=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
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*[http://irritableishgardian.tumblr.com/ Irritable Ishgardian] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
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=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
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<div>''"You know. I could bloody well get used to this whole sky pirate business. Constant threat of injury or death, the wind whipping through your hair and adrenaline pumping through your veins. Ain't no better feeling."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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=History=<br />
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The conflict of the classes has always been an issue when it comes to the city-state of Ishgard. The rich tread upon the poor, the hungry left to fight for even the most meager of breadcrumbs to survive. The greed and self-entitlement led to no small manner of various affairs and scandals within the higher-class. Abrenard Rondelet was but the by-product of one such scandal, the result of the union between Lord and servant. The bastard of noble blood. <br />
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In an effort to save the House such humiliation and to avoid the wrath of the Lady, the days-old babe was delivered to the steps of an orphanage within the Brume with naught but a hand-woven basket with but a thin blanket to protect him. It wasn't an uncommon occurance in any fashion. Left without any indication of a name, the boy was given the name of the deceased Matron's son who's hair was the same brilliant shade as his own. <br />
When he came of the bare minimum age to work, he was in the streets, tending to any meager duty he could. From feebly cleaning the rubble left in the streets from the most recent attacks to painting houses and the like, his life never had a moment of respite from the harsh reality of the world.<br />
As grew older, work was scarce and often offered to those more in need. There was no bitterness within him. In fact, he preferred that the others take the easier work as they hadn't the strength to live as he did. He'd taken a shining to thievery. Quick fingers and sleight-of-hand made certain the boy was rarely seen and in the few instances he was, his nimble feet carried him over walls and roofs to safety before any could spot him. Despite the crime, it was never out of greed but of survival. Taking only food and drink that he needed to survive the day while providing for his 'brothers'.<br />
But he wanted more. Constant conflict with the children of nobility gave rise to anger and then determination. Looking not to their houses but to the armor-clad figures that soared through the sky whenever the scale-kin loomed, Abrenard Rondelet began living for the sole purpose of joining the ranks of the Dragoon. Those of noble-blood could boast all they wanted of their superior talents but when a commoner took such an honor from sheer force of effort? The look upon their faces would be glorious..<br />
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Each day was spent training heavily. Mind. Body. He'd take to tests of wit against his elders in the taverns, most often through games of triple triade. He'd throw himself to challenges of endurance and strength, hauling rubble and taking jobs such as tilling fields to improve himself while each night was spent with lance in hand.<br />
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His efforts over the years paid off. He was welcomed into the order with an above average impression upon his superiors and wasted little time in pushing himself higher into the ranks. The outrage and disbelief on the faces of those who'd mocked his class for so long were well worth every moment.<br />
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This drove a few extremists to an act that would tear the man down from the inside. Abrenard had a habit of 'adopting' the youth of the Brume to ensure they survived, taking care of them as best he could. Gaspard was but a boy in his teens and unable to survive as his brother had due to a birth-given defect that slowed his motor skills. One who idolized Abrenard and gifted him with a hand-crafted mask that he'd often wear when in the midst of theft. It was he they chose to frame for theft and attempted sexual assault upon one of their daughters, who played her part perfectly. Weeping and sobbing hysterically. Abrenard arrived just in time to watch the blade cut the boy's throat. No trial. No justice.<br />
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The lance cast aside, Abrenard had a new purpose. He couldn't justify defending a people so vicious and spiteful that they'd kill an innocent just for the sake of enraging another. He took to the taverns, to the streets. Long had he heard the tale of the fabled 'Dark Knights'. Of their deeds most would call villainous against the Holy See, but within Abrenard saw only justice, pure and true. They danced around no politics, heeded no law. He needed to find one such Knight.<br />
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It took many moons before a reliable source finally managed to locate the rumors of one such character. Abrenard latched onto it and gave chase, eventually happening across the armored figure and wasting little time in lashing out at him, steeling himself to restrain the other before demanding he be taught. There was something in the boy's eye, that look of utter desperation and outrage, that the Knight saw potential within.<br />
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Years passed. None had seen nor heard from either of the pair since their meeting. The Calamity had fallen and Ishgard lay feet beneath the snow, silence gripping the night.. until a sharp scream of fear and agony pierced the night and the woman who had commanded the death of Gaspard plummeted from her balcony with skull shattering upon the pavement, her middle torn by serrated blade.<br />
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He'd had his justice. Gaspard had his vengeance. Fleeing from the scene with those very same nimble feet that'd allowed him to escape before, Abrenard Rondelet took flight from the nation of Ishgard and found himself within Tailfeather, hiding amongst the hunters until more recently the gates were opened and he took the chance to flee the Holy See inquisitors with a venture south.<br />
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=Personality=<br />
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An incredibly abrasive and blunt man on the outside, Abrenard tends to have a way of bringing the worst kind of attention upon himself due to his nature to disregard coddling anyone who spends most of their time feeling sorry for themselves given his own harsh upbringing. Regardless, the man seems to be openly welcoming to near anyone willing to sit and enjoy a drink by his side. He's not ever one to allow troublemakers to go without a stern word of warning. Under the rugged exterior lies a quiet man, one ravaged by both his deeds and the memory of how cruel 'humanity' can truly be.<br />
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==Other Notes==<br />
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'''Likes'''<br />
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*Alcohol: <br />
He's done a fair amount of deeds he regrets heavily and finds that alcohol is likely the safest way to keep the darker avenues of his mind from drawing him down memory lane. More often than not, it's safe to assume he's intoxicated in some form with a hint of drink on his breath. His drink of choice? "Rum. No additions. Just a straight, tall glass of just rum."<br />
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*Nurturing:<br />
He has an incredible weakness when it comes to helping those who can't help themselves. It's not uncommon to see him trotting about with his adopted niece, Inelaa Locte, in tow. Quick to offer an ear, a gift, a cuddle or more to those who are in need, it's clear he does have some form of soft-spot within that hardened exterior.<br />
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*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
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'''Dislikes'''<br />
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*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
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*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
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*Miqo'te:<br />
He's no racist. Not by a long shot. Many of the new races outside of Ishgard have his excitement but when it comes to Miqo'te, a fair bunch have caused his opinion of the race to slant just slightly. He doesn't go far out of his way to make friends with them, even calling them 'cats', but there are a few exceptions that have been redeeming the bunch for him.<br />
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=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
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==Family==<br />
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Ineela Locte - Having been asked to take Neela under his wing by her mother, Kiipa, Abrenard has become 'Uncle Kweh' to the younger woman and humors her nickname for him through styling his hair after the 'bird's behind' which she seemed to find amusing when they were first introduced. The pair have become strongly bonded after only a short time and though he's never had any family, she is one he would gladly defend with his life.<br />
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==Comrades==<br />
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Currently under the employ of the Dread Wyrm's of Dalamud's End, Abrenard serves as a personal guardian to Admiral Shiori herself and lives for the thrill of the fight provided in doing so due to her madcap adventures. The crew is vast and varied with many providing different talents.<br />
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*'''[[Shiori Eikitaika]]''' (PC) - His best friend and Admiral, their friendship began with a question about Gaspard's mask being worn and the pair being crude and teasing one another. He's often by her side regardless her choices and offers her quiet moments where he might hold her in his arms in an attempt to reassure and comfort her. As of late, however, tensions have risen due to her recent promotion and the state of affairs between Abrenard and the crew. While he nurses a fondness that might boarder upon romantic, he respects her far too much to risk the attempt to swoon her.<br />
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*'''[[Raih Unaze]]''' (PC) - The first time they met, the girl tried to bottle him upside the head for a joke about her sexual relations only to find Abrenard holding the shattered bottle to her throat with a snarl. Obviously, this hasn't exactly changed as of late given their last interaction involved the woman glaring at him and toying with knives prior to him threatening to send her woman home with naught but a torso, but she's not his most hated thing in the world after a new recruit to the crew has the perfect way of distracting him from hating Raih via speaking like someone who should never breed.<br />
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*'''[[Artoria Tumet]]''' (PC) - A superior of his amongst the crew, he finds himself constantly questioning how she ever came into a position of power. Young, arrogant and entirely self-serving from all that he's witnessed, he has little care for the orders of the girl. Having demonstrated openly that she's unstable and relatively out of control when it comes to her abilities, he's guarded about her position. Recently, she's taken it to an entirely new level after having openly refused to mend fences for Shiori's sake and seeming to believe he thinks with nothing but lust and arrogance, accusing him of falling silent once he learned of her preference for women. Though he's confused how that came about given he couldn't speak with a woman who all but disappeared after the initial moment, he's taken leave of the crew until something can be done about the matter.<br />
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*'''[[Roni Oni]]''' (PC) - A loud-mouthed youth who's taken to throwing the weight of his position as superior around, Abrenard's found himself growing ever more annoyed with the boy. Already having had to resist the urge to kick in his teeth after he threw various insults and slurs towards his niece and demanding that Abe follow his orders even when not on-duty for the crew, it's becoming a challenge to remain loyal.<br />
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*'''[[Erimmont Chevalier]]''' (PC) - Caretaker of the infirmary within Dalamud's End, Erimmont serves as an enigmatic father-figure of sorts to Abrenard. Despite the man's warm and friendly attitude with everyone, he's heard the growls tear from the man's throat when angry and finds his ability to hide that feral side of himself so perfectly incredibly disturbing.<br />
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==Friends==<br />
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'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
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*'''[[Sashana Star]]''' (PC) - It started with the man making an idle comment to another in the Quicksand regarding a motto he'd mostly seen proven true. "If you lack furry ears and a tail, you're generally left alone." Of course, Star heard such a thing and was quick to rush towards him with incredible displeasure for the jab and the pair made a show of outright snarling at one another for the next bell. Though eventually, Abrenard admitted there was a grudge which Star seemed intent to fix, meeting him nights later by chance and leading him away with but a kiss and a promise of a 'date'.<br />
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*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - Originally, she was just a pretty face who helped him find his way through Limsa Lominsa during his early days in the south. Now? She's a good friend and a set of ears when he needs them. Also, she seems intent on turning him into a fat lord as she continues to stuff him with various luxurious foods that he's never had before.<br />
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*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - Originally his mender and superior, Kiipa Nulstat remained a fast friend of Abrenard's after his departing of her Company and continues to offer him aid when his mind is clouded by dark thoughts. Having recently trusted him to protect her daughter from harm, he's often in touch with the Keeper Matriarch to ensure she's in fair health and keeping herself from working to near death.<br />
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*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
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== Other Connections ==<br />
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=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
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*"The loud-mouthed red-headed prick? Yeah, he's been around. Drinks so heavily that I'm amazed his liver hasn't rotted from the inside."<br />
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*"I think he's overcompensating for something small with that boisterous attitude, if you get what I mean."<br />
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==Moderate Rumors==<br />
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*"He's.. something. He's a bit of a prick but his heart is in the right place. I mean, anyone who gives half of his earnings to random orphans must have some good merit, right?"<br />
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*"Caught him alone once without a drink. He looked almost like he was in a trance. Lost and distant. Must've seen some damned awful things."<br />
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==Rare Rumors==<br />
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*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
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*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
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== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
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=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
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==IC Quotes==<br />
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Posted as they are created.<br />
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==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
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=Music=<br />
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: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: Character theme regarding his leaving the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
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: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f55CqLc6IR0 Drink]''<br />
:: Artist: Alestorm<br />
:: Origin: ''Sunset on the Golden Age''<br />
:: <small>Context: A perfect song regarding his drinking habits and piracy. </small><br />
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=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
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*[http://irritableishgardian.tumblr.com/ Irritable Ishgardian] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
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=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=156167Abrenard Rondelet2016-02-13T06:33:27Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: /* Relationships */</p>
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<div>''"You know. I could bloody well get used to this whole sky pirate business. Constant threat of injury or death, the wind whipping through your hair and adrenaline pumping through your veins. Ain't no better feeling."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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=History=<br />
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The conflict of the classes has always been an issue when it comes to the city-state of Ishgard. The rich tread upon the poor, the hungry left to fight for even the most meager of breadcrumbs to survive. The greed and self-entitlement led to no small manner of various affairs and scandals within the higher-class. Abrenard Rondelet was but the by-product of one such scandal, the result of the union between Lord and servant. The bastard of noble blood. <br />
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In an effort to save the House such humiliation and to avoid the wrath of the Lady, the days-old babe was delivered to the steps of an orphanage within the Brume with naught but a hand-woven basket with but a thin blanket to protect him. It wasn't an uncommon occurance in any fashion. Left without any indication of a name, the boy was given the name of the deceased Matron's son who's hair was the same brilliant shade as his own. <br />
When he came of the bare minimum age to work, he was in the streets, tending to any meager duty he could. From feebly cleaning the rubble left in the streets from the most recent attacks to painting houses and the like, his life never had a moment of respite from the harsh reality of the world.<br />
As grew older, work was scarce and often offered to those more in need. There was no bitterness within him. In fact, he preferred that the others take the easier work as they hadn't the strength to live as he did. He'd taken a shining to thievery. Quick fingers and sleight-of-hand made certain the boy was rarely seen and in the few instances he was, his nimble feet carried him over walls and roofs to safety before any could spot him. Despite the crime, it was never out of greed but of survival. Taking only food and drink that he needed to survive the day while providing for his 'brothers'.<br />
But he wanted more. Constant conflict with the children of nobility gave rise to anger and then determination. Looking not to their houses but to the armor-clad figures that soared through the sky whenever the scale-kin loomed, Abrenard Rondelet began living for the sole purpose of joining the ranks of the Dragoon. Those of noble-blood could boast all they wanted of their superior talents but when a commoner took such an honor from sheer force of effort? The look upon their faces would be glorious..<br />
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Each day was spent training heavily. Mind. Body. He'd take to tests of wit against his elders in the taverns, most often through games of triple triade. He'd throw himself to challenges of endurance and strength, hauling rubble and taking jobs such as tilling fields to improve himself while each night was spent with lance in hand.<br />
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His efforts over the years paid off. He was welcomed into the order with an above average impression upon his superiors and wasted little time in pushing himself higher into the ranks. The outrage and disbelief on the faces of those who'd mocked his class for so long were well worth every moment.<br />
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This drove a few extremists to an act that would tear the man down from the inside. Abrenard had a habit of 'adopting' the youth of the Brume to ensure they survived, taking care of them as best he could. Gaspard was but a boy in his teens and unable to survive as his brother had due to a birth-given defect that slowed his motor skills. One who idolized Abrenard and gifted him with a hand-crafted mask that he'd often wear when in the midst of theft. It was he they chose to frame for theft and attempted sexual assault upon one of their daughters, who played her part perfectly. Weeping and sobbing hysterically. Abrenard arrived just in time to watch the blade cut the boy's throat. No trial. No justice.<br />
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The lance cast aside, Abrenard had a new purpose. He couldn't justify defending a people so vicious and spiteful that they'd kill an innocent just for the sake of enraging another. He took to the taverns, to the streets. Long had he heard the tale of the fabled 'Dark Knights'. Of their deeds most would call villainous against the Holy See, but within Abrenard saw only justice, pure and true. They danced around no politics, heeded no law. He needed to find one such Knight.<br />
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It took many moons before a reliable source finally managed to locate the rumors of one such character. Abrenard latched onto it and gave chase, eventually happening across the armored figure and wasting little time in lashing out at him, steeling himself to restrain the other before demanding he be taught. There was something in the boy's eye, that look of utter desperation and outrage, that the Knight saw potential within.<br />
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Years passed. None had seen nor heard from either of the pair since their meeting. The Calamity had fallen and Ishgard lay feet beneath the snow, silence gripping the night.. until a sharp scream of fear and agony pierced the night and the woman who had commanded the death of Gaspard plummeted from her balcony with skull shattering upon the pavement, her middle torn by serrated blade.<br />
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He'd had his justice. Gaspard had his vengeance. Fleeing from the scene with those very same nimble feet that'd allowed him to escape before, Abrenard Rondelet took flight from the nation of Ishgard and found himself within Tailfeather, hiding amongst the hunters until more recently the gates were opened and he took the chance to flee the Holy See inquisitors with a venture south.<br />
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=Personality=<br />
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An incredibly abrasive and blunt man on the outside, Abrenard tends to have a way of bringing the worst kind of attention upon himself due to his nature to disregard coddling anyone who spends most of their time feeling sorry for themselves given his own harsh upbringing. Regardless, the man seems to be openly welcoming to near anyone willing to sit and enjoy a drink by his side. He's not ever one to allow troublemakers to go without a stern word of warning. Under the rugged exterior lies a quiet man, one ravaged by both his deeds and the memory of how cruel 'humanity' can truly be.<br />
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==Other Notes==<br />
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'''Likes'''<br />
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*Alcohol: <br />
He's done a fair amount of deeds he regrets heavily and finds that alcohol is likely the safest way to keep the darker avenues of his mind from drawing him down memory lane. More often than not, it's safe to assume he's intoxicated in some form with a hint of drink on his breath. His drink of choice? "Rum. No additions. Just a straight, tall glass of just rum."<br />
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*Nurturing:<br />
He has an incredible weakness when it comes to helping those who can't help themselves. It's not uncommon to see him trotting about with his adopted niece, Inelaa Locte, in tow. Quick to offer an ear, a gift, a cuddle or more to those who are in need, it's clear he does have some form of soft-spot within that hardened exterior.<br />
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*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
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'''Dislikes'''<br />
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*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
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*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
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*Miqo'te:<br />
He's no racist. Not by a long shot. Many of the new races outside of Ishgard have his excitement but when it comes to Miqo'te, a fair bunch have caused his opinion of the race to slant just slightly. He doesn't go far out of his way to make friends with them, even calling them 'cats', but there are a few exceptions that have been redeeming the bunch for him.<br />
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=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
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==Family==<br />
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Ineela Locte - Having been asked to take Neela under his wing by her mother, Kiipa, Abrenard has become 'Uncle Kweh' to the younger woman and humors her nickname for him through styling his hair after the 'bird's behind' which she seemed to find amusing when they were first introduced. The pair have become strongly bonded after only a short time and though he's never had any family, she is one he would gladly defend with his life.<br />
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==Comrades==<br />
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Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
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*'''[[Shiori Eikitaika]]''' (PC) - His best friend and Admiral, their friendship began with a question about Gaspard's mask being worn and the pair being crude and teasing one another. He's often by her side regardless her choices and offers her quiet moments where he might hold her in his arms in an attempt to reassure and comfort her. As of late, however, tensions have risen due to her recent promotion and the state of affairs between Abrenard and the crew. While he nurses a fondness that might boarder upon romantic, he respects her far too much to risk the attempt to swoon her.<br />
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*'''[[Raih Unaze]]''' (PC) - The first time they met, the girl tried to bottle him upside the head for a joke about her sexual relations only to find Abrenard holding the shattered bottle to her throat with a snarl. Obviously, this hasn't exactly changed as of late given their last interaction involved the woman glaring at him and toying with knives prior to him threatening to send her woman home with naught but a torso, but she's not his most hated thing in the world after a new recruit to the crew has the perfect way of distracting him from hating Raih via speaking like someone who should never breed.<br />
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*'''[[Artoria Tumet]]''' (PC) - A superior of his amongst the crew, he finds himself constantly questioning how she ever came into a position of power. Young, arrogant and entirely self-serving from all that he's witnessed, he has little care for the orders of the girl. Having demonstrated openly that she's unstable and relatively out of control when it comes to her abilities, he's guarded about her position. Recently, she's taken it to an entirely new level after having openly refused to mend fences for Shiori's sake and seeming to believe he thinks with nothing but lust and arrogance, accusing him of falling silent once he learned of her preference for women. Though he's confused how that came about given he couldn't speak with a woman who all but disappeared after the initial moment, he's taken leave of the crew until something can be done about the matter.<br />
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*'''[[Roni Oni]]''' (PC) - A loud-mouthed youth who's taken to throwing the weight of his position as superior around, Abrenard's found himself growing ever more annoyed with the boy. Already having had to resist the urge to kick in his teeth after he threw various insults and slurs towards his niece and demanding that Abe follow his orders even when not on-duty for the crew, it's becoming a challenge to remain loyal.<br />
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*'''[[Erimmont Chevalier]]''' (PC) - Caretaker of the infirmary within Dalamud's End, Erimmont serves as an enigmatic father-figure of sorts to Abrenard. Despite the man's warm and friendly attitude with everyone, he's heard the growls tear from the man's throat when angry and finds his ability to hide that feral side of himself so perfectly incredibly disturbing.<br />
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==Friends==<br />
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'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
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*'''[[Sashana Star]]''' (PC) - It started with the man making an idle comment to another in the Quicksand regarding a motto he'd mostly seen proven true. "If you lack furry ears and a tail, you're generally left alone." Of course, Star heard such a thing and was quick to rush towards him with incredible displeasure for the jab and the pair made a show of outright snarling at one another for the next bell. Though eventually, Abrenard admitted there was a grudge which Star seemed intent to fix, meeting him nights later by chance and leading him away with but a kiss and a promise of a 'date'.<br />
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*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - Originally, she was just a pretty face who helped him find his way through Limsa Lominsa during his early days in the south. Now? She's a good friend and a set of ears when he needs them. Also, she seems intent on turning him into a fat lord as she continues to stuff him with various luxurious foods that he's never had before.<br />
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*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - Originally his mender and superior, Kiipa Nulstat remained a fast friend of Abrenard's after his departing of her Company and continues to offer him aid when his mind is clouded by dark thoughts. Having recently trusted him to protect her daughter from harm, he's often in touch with the Keeper Matriarch to ensure she's in fair health and keeping herself from working to near death.<br />
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*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
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== Other Connections ==<br />
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=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The loud-mouthed red-headed prick? Yeah, he's been around. Drinks so heavily that I'm amazed his liver hasn't rotted from the inside."<br />
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*"I think he's overcompensating for something small with that boisterous attitude, if you get what I mean."<br />
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==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He's.. something. He's a bit of a prick but his heart is in the right place. I mean, anyone who gives half of his earnings to random orphans must have some good merit, right?"<br />
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*"Caught him alone once without a drink. He looked almost like he was in a trance. Lost and distant. Must've seen some damned awful things."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
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*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
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== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
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=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
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==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
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=Music=<br />
<br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: Character theme regarding his leaving the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
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: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f55CqLc6IR0 Drink]''<br />
:: Artist: Alestorm<br />
:: Origin: ''Sunset on the Golden Age''<br />
:: <small>Context: A perfect song regarding his drinking habits and piracy. </small><br />
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=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[http://irritableishgardian.tumblr.com/ Irritable Ishgardian] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=156116Abrenard Rondelet2016-02-12T23:04:29Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
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<div>''"You know. I could bloody well get used to this whole sky pirate business. Constant threat of injury or death, the wind whipping through your hair and adrenaline pumping through your veins. Ain't no better feeling."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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=History=<br />
<br />
The conflict of the classes has always been an issue when it comes to the city-state of Ishgard. The rich tread upon the poor, the hungry left to fight for even the most meager of breadcrumbs to survive. The greed and self-entitlement led to no small manner of various affairs and scandals within the higher-class. Abrenard Rondelet was but the by-product of one such scandal, the result of the union between Lord and servant. The bastard of noble blood. <br />
<br />
In an effort to save the House such humiliation and to avoid the wrath of the Lady, the days-old babe was delivered to the steps of an orphanage within the Brume with naught but a hand-woven basket with but a thin blanket to protect him. It wasn't an uncommon occurance in any fashion. Left without any indication of a name, the boy was given the name of the deceased Matron's son who's hair was the same brilliant shade as his own. <br />
When he came of the bare minimum age to work, he was in the streets, tending to any meager duty he could. From feebly cleaning the rubble left in the streets from the most recent attacks to painting houses and the like, his life never had a moment of respite from the harsh reality of the world.<br />
As grew older, work was scarce and often offered to those more in need. There was no bitterness within him. In fact, he preferred that the others take the easier work as they hadn't the strength to live as he did. He'd taken a shining to thievery. Quick fingers and sleight-of-hand made certain the boy was rarely seen and in the few instances he was, his nimble feet carried him over walls and roofs to safety before any could spot him. Despite the crime, it was never out of greed but of survival. Taking only food and drink that he needed to survive the day while providing for his 'brothers'.<br />
But he wanted more. Constant conflict with the children of nobility gave rise to anger and then determination. Looking not to their houses but to the armor-clad figures that soared through the sky whenever the scale-kin loomed, Abrenard Rondelet began living for the sole purpose of joining the ranks of the Dragoon. Those of noble-blood could boast all they wanted of their superior talents but when a commoner took such an honor from sheer force of effort? The look upon their faces would be glorious..<br />
<br />
Each day was spent training heavily. Mind. Body. He'd take to tests of wit against his elders in the taverns, most often through games of triple triade. He'd throw himself to challenges of endurance and strength, hauling rubble and taking jobs such as tilling fields to improve himself while each night was spent with lance in hand.<br />
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His efforts over the years paid off. He was welcomed into the order with an above average impression upon his superiors and wasted little time in pushing himself higher into the ranks. The outrage and disbelief on the faces of those who'd mocked his class for so long were well worth every moment.<br />
<br />
This drove a few extremists to an act that would tear the man down from the inside. Abrenard had a habit of 'adopting' the youth of the Brume to ensure they survived, taking care of them as best he could. Gaspard was but a boy in his teens and unable to survive as his brother had due to a birth-given defect that slowed his motor skills. One who idolized Abrenard and gifted him with a hand-crafted mask that he'd often wear when in the midst of theft. It was he they chose to frame for theft and attempted sexual assault upon one of their daughters, who played her part perfectly. Weeping and sobbing hysterically. Abrenard arrived just in time to watch the blade cut the boy's throat. No trial. No justice.<br />
<br />
The lance cast aside, Abrenard had a new purpose. He couldn't justify defending a people so vicious and spiteful that they'd kill an innocent just for the sake of enraging another. He took to the taverns, to the streets. Long had he heard the tale of the fabled 'Dark Knights'. Of their deeds most would call villainous against the Holy See, but within Abrenard saw only justice, pure and true. They danced around no politics, heeded no law. He needed to find one such Knight.<br />
<br />
It took many moons before a reliable source finally managed to locate the rumors of one such character. Abrenard latched onto it and gave chase, eventually happening across the armored figure and wasting little time in lashing out at him, steeling himself to restrain the other before demanding he be taught. There was something in the boy's eye, that look of utter desperation and outrage, that the Knight saw potential within.<br />
<br />
Years passed. None had seen nor heard from either of the pair since their meeting. The Calamity had fallen and Ishgard lay feet beneath the snow, silence gripping the night.. until a sharp scream of fear and agony pierced the night and the woman who had commanded the death of Gaspard plummeted from her balcony with skull shattering upon the pavement, her middle torn by serrated blade.<br />
<br />
He'd had his justice. Gaspard had his vengeance. Fleeing from the scene with those very same nimble feet that'd allowed him to escape before, Abrenard Rondelet took flight from the nation of Ishgard and found himself within Tailfeather, hiding amongst the hunters until more recently the gates were opened and he took the chance to flee the Holy See inquisitors with a venture south.<br />
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=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly abrasive and blunt man on the outside, Abrenard tends to have a way of bringing the worst kind of attention upon himself due to his nature to disregard coddling anyone who spends most of their time feeling sorry for themselves given his own harsh upbringing. Regardless, the man seems to be openly welcoming to near anyone willing to sit and enjoy a drink by his side. He's not ever one to allow troublemakers to go without a stern word of warning. Under the rugged exterior lies a quiet man, one ravaged by both his deeds and the memory of how cruel 'humanity' can truly be.<br />
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==Other Notes==<br />
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'''Likes'''<br />
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*Alcohol: <br />
He's done a fair amount of deeds he regrets heavily and finds that alcohol is likely the safest way to keep the darker avenues of his mind from drawing him down memory lane. More often than not, it's safe to assume he's intoxicated in some form with a hint of drink on his breath. His drink of choice? "Rum. No additions. Just a straight, tall glass of just rum."<br />
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*Nurturing:<br />
He has an incredible weakness when it comes to helping those who can't help themselves. It's not uncommon to see him trotting about with his adopted niece, Inelaa Locte, in tow. Quick to offer an ear, a gift, a cuddle or more to those who are in need, it's clear he does have some form of soft-spot within that hardened exterior.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
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'''Dislikes'''<br />
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*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
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*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
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*Miqo'te:<br />
He's no racist. Not by a long shot. Many of the new races outside of Ishgard have his excitement but when it comes to Miqo'te, a fair bunch have caused his opinion of the race to slant just slightly. He doesn't go far out of his way to make friends with them, even calling them 'cats', but there are a few exceptions that have been redeeming the bunch for him.<br />
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=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
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*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
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==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
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*'''[[Shiori Eikitaika]]''' (PC) - His best friend and Admiral, their friendship began with a question about Gaspard's mask being worn and the pair being crude and teasing one another. He's often by her side regardless her choices and offers her quiet moments where he might hold her in his arms in an attempt to reassure and comfort her. As of late, however, tensions have risen due to her recent promotion and the state of affairs between Abrenard and the crew. While he nurses a fondness that might boarder upon romantic, he respects her far too much to risk the attempt to swoon her.<br />
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*'''[[Raih Unaze]]''' (PC) - The first time they met, the girl tried to bottle him upside the head for a joke about her sexual relations only to find Abrenard holding the shattered bottle to her throat with a snarl. Obviously, this hasn't exactly changed as of late given their last interaction involved the woman glaring at him and toying with knives prior to him threatening to send her woman home with naught but a torso, but she's not his most hated thing in the world after a new recruit to the crew has the perfect way of distracting him from hating Raih via speaking like someone who should never breed.<br />
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*'''[[Artoria Tumet]]''' (PC) - A superior of his amongst the crew, he finds himself constantly questioning how she ever came into a position of power. Young, arrogant and entirely self-serving from all that he's witnessed, he has little care for the orders of the girl. Having demonstrated openly that she's unstable and relatively out of control when it comes to her abilities, he's guarded about her position. Recently, she's taken it to an entirely new level after having openly refused to mend fences for Shiori's sake and seeming to believe he thinks with nothing but lust and arrogance, accusing him of falling silent once he learned of her preference for women. Though he's confused how that came about given he couldn't speak with a woman who all but disappeared after the initial moment, he's taken leave of the crew until something can be done about the matter.<br />
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*'''[[Roni Oni]]''' (PC) - A loud-mouthed youth who's taken to throwing the weight of his position as superior around, Abrenard's found himself growing ever more annoyed with the boy. Already having had to resist the urge to kick in his teeth after he threw various insults and slurs towards his niece and demanding that Abe follow his orders even when not on-duty for the crew, it's becoming a challenge to remain loyal.<br />
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*'''[[Erimmont Chevalier]]''' (PC) - Caretaker of the infirmary within Dalamud's End, Erimmont serves as an enigmatic father-figure of sorts to Abrenard. Despite the man's warm and friendly attitude with everyone, he's heard the growls tear from the man's throat when angry and finds his ability to hide that feral side of himself so perfectly incredibly disturbing.<br />
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==Friends==<br />
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'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
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*'''[[Sashana Star]]''' (PC) - It started with the man making an idle comment to another in the Quicksand regarding a motto he'd mostly seen proven true. "If you lack furry ears and a tail, you're generally left alone." Of course, Star heard such a thing and was quick to rush towards him with incredible displeasure for the jab and the pair made a show of outright snarling at one another for the next bell. Though eventually, Abrenard admitted there was a grudge which Star seemed intent to fix, meeting him nights later by chance and leading him away with but a kiss and a promise of a 'date'.<br />
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*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - Originally, she was just a pretty face who helped him find his way through Limsa Lominsa during his early days in the south. Now? She's a good friend and a set of ears when he needs them. Also, she seems intent on turning him into a fat lord as she continues to stuff him with various luxurious foods that he's never had before.<br />
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*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
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*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
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== Other Connections ==<br />
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=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The loud-mouthed red-headed prick? Yeah, he's been around. Drinks so heavily that I'm amazed his liver hasn't rotted from the inside."<br />
<br />
*"I think he's overcompensating for something small with that boisterous attitude, if you get what I mean."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He's.. something. He's a bit of a prick but his heart is in the right place. I mean, anyone who gives half of his earnings to random orphans must have some good merit, right?"<br />
<br />
*"Caught him alone once without a drink. He looked almost like he was in a trance. Lost and distant. Must've seen some damned awful things."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
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*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
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== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
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<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
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=Music=<br />
<br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: Character theme regarding his leaving the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
<br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f55CqLc6IR0 Drink]''<br />
:: Artist: Alestorm<br />
:: Origin: ''Sunset on the Golden Age''<br />
:: <small>Context: A perfect song regarding his drinking habits and piracy. </small><br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[http://irritableishgardian.tumblr.com/ Irritable Ishgardian] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=156106Abrenard Rondelet2016-02-12T22:31:43Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
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<div>''"You know. I could bloody well get used to this whole sky pirate business. Constant threat of injury or death, the wind whipping through your hair and adrenaline pumping through your veins. Ain't no better feeling."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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=History=<br />
<br />
The conflict of the classes has always been an issue when it comes to the city-state of Ishgard. The rich tread upon the poor, the hungry left to fight for even the most meager of breadcrumbs to survive. The greed and self-entitlement led to no small manner of various affairs and scandals within the higher-class. Abrenard Rondelet was but the by-product of one such scandal, the result of the union between Lord and servant. The bastard of noble blood. <br />
<br />
In an effort to save the House such humiliation and to avoid the wrath of the Lady, the days-old babe was delivered to the steps of an orphanage within the Brume with naught but a hand-woven basket with but a thin blanket to protect him. It wasn't an uncommon occurance in any fashion. Left without any indication of a name, the boy was given the name of the deceased Matron's son who's hair was the same brilliant shade as his own. <br />
When he came of the bare minimum age to work, he was in the streets, tending to any meager duty he could. From feebly cleaning the rubble left in the streets from the most recent attacks to painting houses and the like, his life never had a moment of respite from the harsh reality of the world.<br />
As grew older, work was scarce and often offered to those more in need. There was no bitterness within him. In fact, he preferred that the others take the easier work as they hadn't the strength to live as he did. He'd taken a shining to thievery. Quick fingers and sleight-of-hand made certain the boy was rarely seen and in the few instances he was, his nimble feet carried him over walls and roofs to safety before any could spot him. Despite the crime, it was never out of greed but of survival. Taking only food and drink that he needed to survive the day while providing for his 'brothers'.<br />
But he wanted more. Constant conflict with the children of nobility gave rise to anger and then determination. Looking not to their houses but to the armor-clad figures that soared through the sky whenever the scale-kin loomed, Abrenard Rondelet began living for the sole purpose of joining the ranks of the Dragoon. Those of noble-blood could boast all they wanted of their superior talents but when a commoner took such an honor from sheer force of effort? The look upon their faces would be glorious..<br />
<br />
Each day was spent training heavily. Mind. Body. He'd take to tests of wit against his elders in the taverns, most often through games of triple triade. He'd throw himself to challenges of endurance and strength, hauling rubble and taking jobs such as tilling fields to improve himself while each night was spent with lance in hand.<br />
<br />
His efforts over the years paid off. He was welcomed into the order with an above average impression upon his superiors and wasted little time in pushing himself higher into the ranks. The outrage and disbelief on the faces of those who'd mocked his class for so long were well worth every moment.<br />
<br />
This drove a few extremists to an act that would tear the man down from the inside. Abrenard had a habit of 'adopting' the youth of the Brume to ensure they survived, taking care of them as best he could. Gaspard was but a boy in his teens and unable to survive as his brother had due to a birth-given defect that slowed his motor skills. One who idolized Abrenard and gifted him with a hand-crafted mask that he'd often wear when in the midst of theft. It was he they chose to frame for theft and attempted sexual assault upon one of their daughters, who played her part perfectly. Weeping and sobbing hysterically. Abrenard arrived just in time to watch the blade cut the boy's throat. No trial. No justice.<br />
<br />
The lance cast aside, Abrenard had a new purpose. He couldn't justify defending a people so vicious and spiteful that they'd kill an innocent just for the sake of enraging another. He took to the taverns, to the streets. Long had he heard the tale of the fabled 'Dark Knights'. Of their deeds most would call villainous against the Holy See, but within Abrenard saw only justice, pure and true. They danced around no politics, heeded no law. He needed to find one such Knight.<br />
<br />
It took many moons before a reliable source finally managed to locate the rumors of one such character. Abrenard latched onto it and gave chase, eventually happening across the armored figure and wasting little time in lashing out at him, steeling himself to restrain the other before demanding he be taught. There was something in the boy's eye, that look of utter desperation and outrage, that the Knight saw potential within.<br />
<br />
Years passed. None had seen nor heard from either of the pair since their meeting. The Calamity had fallen and Ishgard lay feet beneath the snow, silence gripping the night.. until a sharp scream of fear and agony pierced the night and the woman who had commanded the death of Gaspard plummeted from her balcony with skull shattering upon the pavement, her middle torn by serrated blade.<br />
<br />
He'd had his justice. Gaspard had his vengeance. Fleeing from the scene with those very same nimble feet that'd allowed him to escape before, Abrenard Rondelet took flight from the nation of Ishgard and found himself within Tailfeather, hiding amongst the hunters until more recently the gates were opened and he took the chance to flee the Holy See inquisitors with a venture south.<br />
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<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly abrasive and blunt man on the outside, Abrenard tends to have a way of bringing the worst kind of attention upon himself due to his nature to disregard coddling anyone who spends most of their time feeling sorry for themselves given his own harsh upbringing. Regardless, the man seems to be openly welcoming to near anyone willing to sit and enjoy a drink by his side. He's not ever one to allow troublemakers to go without a stern word of warning. Under the rugged exterior lies a quiet man, one ravaged by both his deeds and the memory of how cruel 'humanity' can truly be.<br />
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==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
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*Alcohol: <br />
He's done a fair amount of deeds he regrets heavily and finds that alcohol is likely the safest way to keep the darker avenues of his mind from drawing him down memory lane. More often than not, it's safe to assume he's intoxicated in some form with a hint of drink on his breath. His drink of choice? "Rum. No additions. Just a straight, tall glass of just rum."<br />
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*Nurturing:<br />
He has an incredible weakness when it comes to helping those who can't help themselves. It's not uncommon to see him trotting about with his adopted niece, Inelaa Locte, in tow. Quick to offer an ear, a gift, a cuddle or more to those who are in need, it's clear he does have some form of soft-spot within that hardened exterior.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
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'''Dislikes'''<br />
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*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
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*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
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*Miqo'te:<br />
He's no racist. Not by a long shot. Many of the new races outside of Ishgard have his excitement but when it comes to Miqo'te, a fair bunch have caused his opinion of the race to slant just slightly. He doesn't go far out of his way to make friends with them, even calling them 'cats', but there are a few exceptions that have been redeeming the bunch for him.<br />
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=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
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==Family==<br />
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*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
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==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
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*'''[[Shiori Eikitaika]]''' (PC) - His best friend and Admiral, their friendship began with a question about Gaspard's mask being worn and the pair being crude and teasing one another. He's often by her side regardless her choices and offers her quiet moments where he might hold her in his arms in an attempt to reassure and comfort her. As of late, however, tensions have risen due to her recent promotion and the state of affairs between Abrenard and the crew. While he nurses a fondness that might boarder upon romantic, he respects her far too much to risk the attempt to swoon her.<br />
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*'''[[Raih Unaze]]''' (PC) - The first time they met, the girl tried to bottle him upside the head for a joke about her sexual relations only to find Abrenard holding the shattered bottle to her throat with a snarl. Obviously, this hasn't exactly changed as of late given their last interaction involved the woman glaring at him and toying with knives prior to him threatening to send her woman home with naught but a torso, but she's not his most hated thing in the world after a new recruit to the crew has the perfect way of distracting him from hating Raih via speaking like someone who should never breed.<br />
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*'''[[Artoria Tumet]]''' (PC) - A superior of his amongst the crew, he finds himself constantly questioning how she ever came into a position of power. Young, arrogant and entirely self-serving from all that he's witnessed, he has little care for the orders of the girl. Having demonstrated openly that she's unstable and relatively out of control when it comes to her abilities, he's guarded about her position. Recently, she's taken it to an entirely new level after having openly refused to mend fences for Shiori's sake and seeming to believe he thinks with nothing but lust and arrogance, accusing him of falling silent once he learned of her preference for women. Though he's confused how that came about given he couldn't speak with a woman who all but disappeared after the initial moment, he's taken leave of the crew until something can be done about the matter.<br />
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*'''[[Roni Oni]]''' (PC) - A loud-mouthed youth who's taken to throwing the weight of his position as superior around, Abrenard's found himself growing ever more annoyed with the boy. Already having had to resist the urge to kick in his teeth after he threw various insults and slurs towards his niece and demanding that Abe follow his orders even when not on-duty for the crew, it's becoming a challenge to remain loyal.<br />
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*'''[[Erimmont Chevalier]]''' (PC) - Caretaker of the infirmary within Dalamud's End, Erimmont serves as an enigmatic father-figure of sorts to Abrenard. Despite the man's warm and friendly attitude with everyone, he's heard the growls tear from the man's throat when angry and finds his ability to hide that feral side of himself so perfectly incredibly disturbing.<br />
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==Friends==<br />
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'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
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*'''[[Sashana Star]]''' (PC) - It started with the man making an idle comment to another in the Quicksand regarding a motto he'd mostly seen proven true. "If you lack furry ears and a tail, you're generally left alone." Of course, Star heard such a thing and was quick to rush towards him with incredible displeasure for the jab and the pair made a show of outright snarling at one another for the next bell. Though eventually, Abrenard admitted there was a grudge which Star seemed intent to fix, meeting him nights later by chance and leading him away with but a kiss and a promise of a 'date'.<br />
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*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - Originally, she was just a pretty face who helped him find his way through Limsa Lominsa during his early days in the south? Now? She's a good friend and a set of ears when he needs them. Also, she seems intent on turning him into a fat lord as she continues to stuff him with various luxurious foods that he's never had before.<br />
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*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
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*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
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=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
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*"The loud-mouthed red-headed prick? Yeah, he's been around. Drinks so heavily that I'm amazed his liver hasn't rotted from the inside."<br />
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*"I think he's overcompensating for something small with that boisterous attitude, if you get what I mean."<br />
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==Moderate Rumors==<br />
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*"He's.. something. He's a bit of a prick but his heart is in the right place. I mean, anyone who gives half of his earnings to random orphans must have some good merit, right?"<br />
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*"Caught him alone once without a drink. He looked almost like he was in a trance. Lost and distant. Must've seen some damned awful things."<br />
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==Rare Rumors==<br />
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*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
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*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
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== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
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=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
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==IC Quotes==<br />
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Posted as they are created.<br />
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==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
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=Music=<br />
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: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: Character theme regarding his leaving the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
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: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f55CqLc6IR0 Drink]''<br />
:: Artist: Alestorm<br />
:: Origin: ''Sunset on the Golden Age''<br />
:: <small>Context: A perfect song regarding his drinking habits and piracy. </small><br />
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=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
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*[http://irritableishgardian.tumblr.com/ Irritable Ishgardian] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
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=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=156105Abrenard Rondelet2016-02-12T22:09:31Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
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<div>''"You know. I could bloody well get used to this whole sky pirate business. Constant threat of injury or death, the wind whipping through your hair and adrenaline pumping through your veins. Ain't no better feeling."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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=History=<br />
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The conflict of the classes has always been an issue when it comes to the city-state of Ishgard. The rich tread upon the poor, the hungry left to fight for even the most meager of breadcrumbs to survive. The greed and self-entitlement led to no small manner of various affairs and scandals within the higher-class. Abrenard Rondelet was but the by-product of one such scandal, the result of the union between Lord and servant. The bastard of noble blood. <br />
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In an effort to save the House such humiliation and to avoid the wrath of the Lady, the days-old babe was delivered to the steps of an orphanage within the Brume with naught but a hand-woven basket with but a thin blanket to protect him. It wasn't an uncommon occurance in any fashion. Left without any indication of a name, the boy was given the name of the deceased Matron's son who's hair was the same brilliant shade as his own. <br />
When he came of the bare minimum age to work, he was in the streets, tending to any meager duty he could. From feebly cleaning the rubble left in the streets from the most recent attacks to painting houses and the like, his life never had a moment of respite from the harsh reality of the world.<br />
As grew older, work was scarce and often offered to those more in need. There was no bitterness within him. In fact, he preferred that the others take the easier work as they hadn't the strength to live as he did. He'd taken a shining to thievery. Quick fingers and sleight-of-hand made certain the boy was rarely seen and in the few instances he was, his nimble feet carried him over walls and roofs to safety before any could spot him. Despite the crime, it was never out of greed but of survival. Taking only food and drink that he needed to survive the day while providing for his 'brothers'.<br />
But he wanted more. Constant conflict with the children of nobility gave rise to anger and then determination. Looking not to their houses but to the armor-clad figures that soared through the sky whenever the scale-kin loomed, Abrenard Rondelet began living for the sole purpose of joining the ranks of the Dragoon. Those of noble-blood could boast all they wanted of their superior talents but when a commoner took such an honor from sheer force of effort? The look upon their faces would be glorious..<br />
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Each day was spent training heavily. Mind. Body. He'd take to tests of wit against his elders in the taverns, most often through games of triple triade. He'd throw himself to challenges of endurance and strength, hauling rubble and taking jobs such as tilling fields to improve himself while each night was spent with lance in hand.<br />
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His efforts over the years paid off. He was welcomed into the order with an above average impression upon his superiors and wasted little time in pushing himself higher into the ranks. The outrage and disbelief on the faces of those who'd mocked his class for so long were well worth every moment.<br />
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This drove a few extremists to an act that would tear the man down from the inside. Abrenard had a habit of 'adopting' the youth of the Brume to ensure they survived, taking care of them as best he could. Gaspard was but a boy in his teens and unable to survive as his brother had due to a birth-given defect that slowed his motor skills. One who idolized Abrenard and gifted him with a hand-crafted mask that he'd often wear when in the midst of theft. It was he they chose to frame for theft and attempted sexual assault upon one of their daughters, who played her part perfectly. Weeping and sobbing hysterically. Abrenard arrived just in time to watch the blade cut the boy's throat. No trial. No justice.<br />
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The lance cast aside, Abrenard had a new purpose. He couldn't justify defending a people so vicious and spiteful that they'd kill an innocent just for the sake of enraging another. He took to the taverns, to the streets. Long had he heard the tale of the fabled 'Dark Knights'. Of their deeds most would call villainous against the Holy See, but within Abrenard saw only justice, pure and true. They danced around no politics, heeded no law. He needed to find one such Knight.<br />
<br />
It took many moons before a reliable source finally managed to locate the rumors of one such character. Abrenard latched onto it and gave chase, eventually happening across the armored figure and wasting little time in lashing out at him, steeling himself to restrain the other before demanding he be taught. There was something in the boy's eye, that look of utter desperation and outrage, that the Knight saw potential within.<br />
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Years passed. None had seen nor heard from either of the pair since their meeting. The Calamity had fallen and Ishgard lay feet beneath the snow, silence gripping the night.. until a sharp scream of fear and agony pierced the night and the woman who had commanded the death of Gaspard plummeted from her balcony with skull shattering upon the pavement, her middle torn by serrated blade.<br />
<br />
He'd had his justice. Gaspard had his vengeance. Fleeing from the scene with those very same nimble feet that'd allowed him to escape before, Abrenard Rondelet took flight from the nation of Ishgard and found himself within Tailfeather, hiding amongst the hunters until more recently the gates were opened and he took the chance to flee the Holy See inquisitors with a venture south.<br />
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=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly abrasive and blunt man on the outside, Abrenard tends to have a way of bringing the worst kind of attention upon himself due to his nature to disregard coddling anyone who spends most of their time feeling sorry for themselves given his own harsh upbringing. Regardless, the man seems to be openly welcoming to near anyone willing to sit and enjoy a drink by his side. He's not ever one to allow troublemakers to go without a stern word of warning. Under the rugged exterior lies a quiet man, one ravaged by both his deeds and the memory of how cruel 'humanity' can truly be.<br />
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==Other Notes==<br />
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'''Likes'''<br />
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*Alcohol: <br />
He's done a fair amount of deeds he regrets heavily and finds that alcohol is likely the safest way to keep the darker avenues of his mind from drawing him down memory lane. More often than not, it's safe to assume he's intoxicated in some form with a hint of drink on his breath. His drink of choice? "Rum. No additions. Just a straight, tall glass of just rum."<br />
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*Nurturing:<br />
He has an incredible weakness when it comes to helping those who can't help themselves. It's not uncommon to see him trotting about with his adopted niece, Inelaa Locte, in tow. Quick to offer an ear, a gift, a cuddle or more to those who are in need, it's clear he does have some form of soft-spot within that hardened exterior.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
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'''Dislikes'''<br />
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*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
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*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
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*Miqo'te:<br />
He's no racist. Not by a long shot. Many of the new races outside of Ishgard have his excitement but when it comes to Miqo'te, a fair bunch have caused his opinion of the race to slant just slightly. He doesn't go far out of his way to make friends with them, even calling them 'cats', but there are a few exceptions that have been redeeming the bunch for him.<br />
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=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
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*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
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==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
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*'''[[Shiori Eikitaika]]''' (PC) - His best friend and Admiral, their friendship began with a question about Gaspard's mask being worn and the pair being crude and teasing one another. He's often by her side regardless her choices and offers her quiet moments where he might hold her in his arms in an attempt to reassure and comfort her. As of late, however, tensions have risen due to her recent promotion and the state of affairs between Abrenard and the crew. While he nurses a fondness that might boarder upon romantic, he respects her far too much to risk the attempt to swoon her.<br />
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*'''[[Raih Unaze]]''' (PC) - The first time they met, the girl tried to bottle him upside the head for a joke about her sexual relations only to find Abrenard holding the shattered bottle to her throat with a snarl. Obviously, this hasn't exactly changed as of late given their last interaction involved the woman glaring at him and toying with knives prior to him threatening to send her woman home with naught but a torso, but she's not his most hated thing in the world after a new recruit to the crew has the perfect way of distracting him from hating Raih via speaking like someone who should never breed.<br />
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*'''[[Artoria Tumet]]''' (PC) - A superior of his amongst the crew, he finds himself constantly questioning how she ever came into a position of power. Young, arrogant and entirely self-serving from all that he's witnessed, he has little care for the orders of the girl. Having demonstrated openly that she's unstable and relatively out of control when it comes to her abilities, he's guarded about her position. Recently, she's taken it to an entirely new level after having openly refused to mend fences for Shiori's sake and seeming to believe he thinks with nothing but lust and arrogance, accusing him of falling silent once he learned of her preference for women. Though he's confused how that came about given he couldn't speak with a woman who all but disappeared after the initial moment, he's taken leave of the crew until something can be done about the matter.<br />
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*'''[[Roni Oni]]''' (PC) - A loud-mouthed youth who's taken to throwing the weight of his position as superior around, Abrenard's found himself growing ever more annoyed with the boy. Already having had to resist the urge to kick in his teeth after he threw various insults and slurs towards his niece and demanding that Abe follow his orders even when not on-duty for the crew, it's becoming a challenge to remain loyal.<br />
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*'''[[Erimmont Chevalier]]''' (PC) - Caretaker of the infirmary within Dalamud's End, Erimmont serves as an enigmatic father-figure of sorts to Abrenard. Despite the man's warm and friendly attitude with everyone, he's heard the growls tear from the man's throat when angry and finds his ability to hide that feral side of himself so perfectly incredibly disturbing.<br />
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==Friends==<br />
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'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
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*'''[[Sashana Star]]''' (PC) - It started with the man making an idle comment to another in the Quicksand regarding a motto he'd mostly seen proven true. "If you lack furry ears and a tail, you're generally left alone." Of course, Star heard such a thing and was quick to rush towards him with incredible displeasure for the jab and the pair made a show of outright snarling at one another for the next bell. Though eventually, Abrenard admitted there was a grudge which Star seemed intent to fix, meeting him nights later by chance and leading him away with but a kiss and a promise of a 'date'.<br />
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*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - Originally, she was just a pretty face who helped him find his way through Limsa Lominsa during his early days in the south? Now? She's a good friend and a set of ears when he needs them. Also, she seems intent on turning him into a fat lord as she continues to stuff him with various luxurious foods that he's never had before.<br />
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*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
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*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
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=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The loud-mouthed red-headed prick? Yeah, he's been around. Drinks so heavily that I'm amazed his liver hasn't rotted from the inside."<br />
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*"I think he's overcompensating for something small with that boisterous attitude, if you get what I mean."<br />
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==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He's.. something. He's a bit of a prick but his heart is in the right place. I mean, anyone who gives half of his earnings to random orphans must have some good merit, right?"<br />
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*"Caught him alone once without a drink. He looked almost like he was in a trance. Lost and distant. Must've seen some damned awful things."<br />
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==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
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*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
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== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
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=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
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=Music=<br />
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: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: Character theme regarding his leaving the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
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=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
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*[http://irritableishgardian.tumblr.com/ Irritable Ishgardian] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
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=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=156103Abrenard Rondelet2016-02-12T21:59:38Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
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<div>''"You know. I could bloody well get used to this whole sky pirate business. Constant threat of injury or death, the wind whipping through your hair and adrenaline pumping through your veins. Ain't no better feeling."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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=History=<br />
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The conflict of the classes has always been an issue when it comes to the city-state of Ishgard. The rich tread upon the poor, the hungry left to fight for even the most meager of breadcrumbs to survive. The greed and self-entitlement led to no small manner of various affairs and scandals within the higher-class. Abrenard Rondelet was but the by-product of one such scandal, the result of the union between Lord and servant. The bastard of noble blood. <br />
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In an effort to save the House such humiliation and to avoid the wrath of the Lady, the days-old babe was delivered to the steps of an orphanage within the Brume with naught but a hand-woven basket with but a thin blanket to protect him. It wasn't an uncommon occurance in any fashion. Left without any indication of a name, the boy was given the name of the deceased Matron's son who's hair was the same brilliant shade as his own. <br />
When he came of the bare minimum age to work, he was in the streets, tending to any meager duty he could. From feebly cleaning the rubble left in the streets from the most recent attacks to painting houses and the like, his life never had a moment of respite from the harsh reality of the world.<br />
As grew older, work was scarce and often offered to those more in need. There was no bitterness within him. In fact, he preferred that the others take the easier work as they hadn't the strength to live as he did. He'd taken a shining to thievery. Quick fingers and sleight-of-hand made certain the boy was rarely seen and in the few instances he was, his nimble feet carried him over walls and roofs to safety before any could spot him. Despite the crime, it was never out of greed but of survival. Taking only food and drink that he needed to survive the day while providing for his 'brothers'.<br />
But he wanted more. Constant conflict with the children of nobility gave rise to anger and then determination. Looking not to their houses but to the armor-clad figures that soared through the sky whenever the scale-kin loomed, Abrenard Rondelet began living for the sole purpose of joining the ranks of the Dragoon. Those of noble-blood could boast all they wanted of their superior talents but when a commoner took such an honor from sheer force of effort? The look upon their faces would be glorious..<br />
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Each day was spent training heavily. Mind. Body. He'd take to tests of wit against his elders in the taverns, most often through games of triple triade. He'd throw himself to challenges of endurance and strength, hauling rubble and taking jobs such as tilling fields to improve himself while each night was spent with lance in hand.<br />
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His efforts over the years paid off. He was welcomed into the order with an above average impression upon his superiors and wasted little time in pushing himself higher into the ranks. The outrage and disbelief on the faces of those who'd mocked his class for so long were well worth every moment.<br />
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This drove a few extremists to an act that would tear the man down from the inside. Abrenard had a habit of 'adopting' the youth of the Brume to ensure they survived, taking care of them as best he could. Gaspard was but a boy in his teens and unable to survive as his brother had due to a birth-given defect that slowed his motor skills. One who idolized Abrenard and gifted him with a hand-crafted mask that he'd often wear when in the midst of theft. It was he they chose to frame for theft and attempted sexual assault upon one of their daughters, who played her part perfectly. Weeping and sobbing hysterically. Abrenard arrived just in time to watch the blade cut the boy's throat. No trial. No justice.<br />
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The lance cast aside, Abrenard had a new purpose. He couldn't justify defending a people so vicious and spiteful that they'd kill an innocent just for the sake of enraging another. He took to the taverns, to the streets. Long had he heard the tale of the fabled 'Dark Knights'. Of their deeds most would call villainous against the Holy See, but within Abrenard saw only justice, pure and true. They danced around no politics, heeded no law. He needed to find one such Knight.<br />
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It took many moons before a reliable source finally managed to locate the rumors of one such character. Abrenard latched onto it and gave chase, eventually happening across the armored figure and wasting little time in lashing out at him, steeling himself to restrain the other before demanding he be taught. There was something in the boy's eye, that look of utter desperation and outrage, that the Knight saw potential within.<br />
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Years passed. None had seen nor heard from either of the pair since their meeting. The Calamity had fallen and Ishgard lay feet beneath the snow, silence gripping the night.. until a sharp scream of fear and agony pierced the night and the woman who had commanded the death of Gaspard plummeted from her balcony with skull shattering upon the pavement, her middle torn by serrated blade.<br />
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He'd had his justice. Gaspard had his vengeance. Fleeing from the scene with those very same nimble feet that'd allowed him to escape before, Abrenard Rondelet took flight from the nation of Ishgard and found himself within Tailfeather, hiding amongst the hunters until more recently the gates were opened and he took the chance to flee the Holy See inquisitors with a venture south.<br />
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=Personality=<br />
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An incredibly abrasive and blunt man on the outside, Abrenard tends to have a way of bringing the worst kind of attention upon himself due to his nature to disregard coddling anyone who spends most of their time feeling sorry for themselves given his own harsh upbringing. Regardless, the man seems to be openly welcoming to near anyone willing to sit and enjoy a drink by his side. He's not ever one to allow troublemakers to go without a stern word of warning. Under the rugged exterior lies a quiet man, one ravaged by both his deeds and the memory of how cruel 'humanity' can truly be.<br />
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==Other Notes==<br />
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'''Likes'''<br />
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*Alcohol: <br />
He's done a fair amount of deeds he regrets heavily and finds that alcohol is likely the safest way to keep the darker avenues of his mind from drawing him down memory lane. More often than not, it's safe to assume he's intoxicated in some form with a hint of drink on his breath. His drink of choice? "Rum. No additions. Just a straight, tall glass of just rum."<br />
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*Nurturing:<br />
He has an incredible weakness when it comes to helping those who can't help themselves. It's not uncommon to see him trotting about with his adopted niece, Inelaa Locte, in tow. Quick to offer an ear, a gift, a cuddle or more to those who are in need, it's clear he does have some form of soft-spot within that hardened exterior.<br />
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*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
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'''Dislikes'''<br />
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*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
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*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
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*Miqo'te:<br />
He's no racist. Not by a long shot. Many of the new races outside of Ishgard have his excitement but when it comes to Miqo'te, a fair bunch have caused his opinion of the race to slant just slightly. He doesn't go far out of his way to make friends with them, even calling them 'cats', but there are a few exceptions that have been redeeming the bunch for him.<br />
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=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
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==Family==<br />
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*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
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==Comrades==<br />
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Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
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*'''[[Shiori Eikitaika]]''' (PC) - His best friend and Admiral, their friendship began with a question about Gaspard's mask being worn and the pair being crude and teasing one another. He's often by her side regardless her choices and offers her quiet moments where he might hold her in his arms in an attempt to reassure and comfort her. As of late, however, tensions have risen due to her recent promotion and the state of affairs between Abrenard and the crew. While he nurses a fondness that might boarder upon romantic, he respects her far too much to risk the attempt to swoon her.<br />
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*'''[[Raih Unaze]]''' (PC) - The first time they met, the girl tried to bottle him upside the head for a joke about her sexual relations only to find Abrenard holding the shattered bottle to her throat with a snarl. Obviously, this hasn't exactly changed as of late given their last interaction involved the woman glaring at him and toying with knives prior to him threatening to send her woman home with naught but a torso, but she's not his most hated thing in the world after a new recruit to the crew has the perfect way of distracting him from hating Raih via speaking like someone who should never breed.<br />
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*'''[[Artoria Tumet]]''' (PC) - A superior of his amongst the crew, he finds himself constantly questioning how she ever came into a position of power. Young, arrogant and entirely self-serving from all that he's witnessed, he has little care for the orders of the girl. Having demonstrated openly that she's unstable and relatively out of control when it comes to her abilities, he's guarded about her position. Recently, she's taken it to an entirely new level after having openly refused to mend fences for Shiori's sake and seeming to believe he thinks with nothing but lust and arrogance, accusing him of falling silent once he learned of her preference for women. Though he's confused how that came about given he couldn't speak with a woman who all but disappeared after the initial moment, he's taken leave of the crew until something can be done about the matter.<br />
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*'''[[Roni Oni]]''' (PC) - A loud-mouthed youth who's taken to throwing the weight of his position as superior around, Abrenard's found himself growing ever more annoyed with the boy. Already having had to resist the urge to kick in his teeth after he threw various insults and slurs towards his niece and demanding that Abe follow his orders even when not on-duty for the crew, it's becoming a challenge to remain loyal.<br />
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*'''[[Erimmont Chevalier]]''' (PC) - Caretaker of the infirmary within Dalamud's End, Erimmont serves as an enigmatic father-figure of sorts to Abrenard. Despite the man's warm and friendly attitude with everyone, he's heard the growls tear from the man's throat when angry and finds his ability to hide that feral side of himself so perfectly incredibly disturbing.<br />
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==Friends==<br />
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'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
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*'''[[Sashana Star]]''' (PC) - It started with the man making an idle comment to another in the Quicksand regarding a motto he'd mostly seen proven true. "If you lack furry ears and a tail, you're generally left alone." Of course, Star heard such a thing and was quick to rush towards him with incredible displeasure for the jab and the pair made a show of outright snarling at one another for the next bell. Though eventually, Abrenard admitted there was a grudge which Star seemed intent to fix, meeting him nights later by chance and leading him away with but a kiss and a promise of a 'date'.<br />
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*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - Originally, she was just a pretty face who helped him find his way through Limsa Lominsa during his early days in the south? Now? She's a good friend and a set of ears when he needs them. Also, she seems intent on turning him into a fat lord as she continues to stuff him with various luxurious foods that he's never had before.<br />
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*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
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*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
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=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
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*"The loud-mouthed red-headed prick? Yeah, he's been around. Drinks so heavily that I'm amazed his liver hasn't rotted from the inside."<br />
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*"I think he's overcompensating for something small with that boisterous attitude, if you get what I mean."<br />
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==Moderate Rumors==<br />
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*"He's.. something. He's a bit of a prick but his heart is in the right place. I mean, anyone who gives half of his earnings to random orphans must have some good merit, right?"<br />
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*"Caught him alone once without a drink. He looked almost like he was in a trance. Lost and distant. Must've seen some damned awful things."<br />
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==Rare Rumors==<br />
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*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
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*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
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== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
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=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
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==IC Quotes==<br />
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Posted as they are created.<br />
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==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
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=Music=<br />
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: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: Character theme regarding his leaving the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
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=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
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*[http://thetallestserpent.tumblr.com/ The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
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=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=156102Abrenard Rondelet2016-02-12T21:59:13Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
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<div>''"You know. I could bloody well get used to this whole sky pirate business. Constant threat of injury or death, the wind whipping through your hair and adrenaline pumping through your veins. Ain't no better feeling."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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=History=<br />
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The conflict of the classes has always been an issue when it comes to the city-state of Ishgard. The rich tread upon the poor, the hungry left to fight for even the most meager of breadcrumbs to survive. The greed and self-entitlement led to no small manner of various affairs and scandals within the higher-class. Abrenard Rondelet was but the by-product of one such scandal, the result of the union between Lord and servant. The bastard of noble blood. <br />
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In an effort to save the House such humiliation and to avoid the wrath of the Lady, the days-old babe was delivered to the steps of an orphanage within the Brume with naught but a hand-woven basket with but a thin blanket to protect him. It wasn't an uncommon occurance in any fashion. Left without any indication of a name, the boy was given the name of the deceased Matron's son who's hair was the same brilliant shade as his own. <br />
When he came of the bare minimum age to work, he was in the streets, tending to any meager duty he could. From feebly cleaning the rubble left in the streets from the most recent attacks to painting houses and the like, his life never had a moment of respite from the harsh reality of the world.<br />
As grew older, work was scarce and often offered to those more in need. There was no bitterness within him. In fact, he preferred that the others take the easier work as they hadn't the strength to live as he did. He'd taken a shining to thievery. Quick fingers and sleight-of-hand made certain the boy was rarely seen and in the few instances he was, his nimble feet carried him over walls and roofs to safety before any could spot him. Despite the crime, it was never out of greed but of survival. Taking only food and drink that he needed to survive the day while providing for his 'brothers'.<br />
But he wanted more. Constant conflict with the children of nobility gave rise to anger and then determination. Looking not to their houses but to the armor-clad figures that soared through the sky whenever the scale-kin loomed, Abrenard Rondelet began living for the sole purpose of joining the ranks of the Dragoon. Those of noble-blood could boast all they wanted of their superior talents but when a commoner took such an honor from sheer force of effort? The look upon their faces would be glorious..<br />
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Each day was spent training heavily. Mind. Body. He'd take to tests of wit against his elders in the taverns, most often through games of triple triade. He'd throw himself to challenges of endurance and strength, hauling rubble and taking jobs such as tilling fields to improve himself while each night was spent with lance in hand.<br />
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His efforts over the years paid off. He was welcomed into the order with an above average impression upon his superiors and wasted little time in pushing himself higher into the ranks. The outrage and disbelief on the faces of those who'd mocked his class for so long were well worth every moment.<br />
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This drove a few extremists to an act that would tear the man down from the inside. Abrenard had a habit of 'adopting' the youth of the Brume to ensure they survived, taking care of them as best he could. Gaspard was but a boy in his teens and unable to survive as his brother had due to a birth-given defect that slowed his motor skills. One who idolized Abrenard and gifted him with a hand-crafted mask that he'd often wear when in the midst of theft. It was he they chose to frame for theft and attempted sexual assault upon one of their daughters, who played her part perfectly. Weeping and sobbing hysterically. Abrenard arrived just in time to watch the blade cut the boy's throat. No trial. No justice.<br />
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The lance cast aside, Abrenard had a new purpose. He couldn't justify defending a people so vicious and spiteful that they'd kill an innocent just for the sake of enraging another. He took to the taverns, to the streets. Long had he heard the tale of the fabled 'Dark Knights'. Of their deeds most would call villainous against the Holy See, but within Abrenard saw only justice, pure and true. They danced around no politics, heeded no law. He needed to find one such Knight.<br />
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It took many moons before a reliable source finally managed to locate the rumors of one such character. Abrenard latched onto it and gave chase, eventually happening across the armored figure and wasting little time in lashing out at him, steeling himself to restrain the other before demanding he be taught. There was something in the boy's eye, that look of utter desperation and outrage, that the Knight saw potential within.<br />
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Years passed. None had seen nor heard from either of the pair since their meeting. The Calamity had fallen and Ishgard lay feet beneath the snow, silence gripping the night.. until a sharp scream of fear and agony pierced the night and the woman who had commanded the death of Gaspard plummeted from her balcony with skull shattering upon the pavement, her middle torn by serrated blade.<br />
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He'd had his justice. Gaspard had his vengeance. Fleeing from the scene with those very same nimble feet that'd allowed him to escape before, Abrenard Rondelet took flight from the nation of Ishgard and found himself within Tailfeather, hiding amongst the hunters until more recently the gates were opened and he took the chance to flee the Holy See inquisitors with a venture south.<br />
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=Personality=<br />
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An incredibly abrasive and blunt man on the outside, Abrenard tends to have a way of bringing the worst kind of attention upon himself due to his nature to disregard coddling anyone who spends most of their time feeling sorry for themselves given his own harsh upbringing. Regardless, the man seems to be openly welcoming to near anyone willing to sit and enjoy a drink by his side. He's not ever one to allow troublemakers to go without a stern word of warning. Under the rugged exterior lies a quiet man, one ravaged by both his deeds and the memory of how cruel 'humanity' can truly be.<br />
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==Other Notes==<br />
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'''Likes'''<br />
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*Alcohol: <br />
He's done a fair amount of deeds he regrets heavily and finds that alcohol is likely the safest way to keep the darker avenues of his mind from drawing him down memory lane. More often than not, it's safe to assume he's intoxicated in some form with a hint of drink on his breath. His drink of choice? "Rum. No additions. Just a straight, tall glass of just rum."<br />
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*Nurturing:<br />
He has an incredible weakness when it comes to helping those who can't help themselves. It's not uncommon to see him trotting about with his adopted niece, Inelaa Locte, in tow. Quick to offer an ear, a gift, a cuddle or more to those who are in need, it's clear he does have some form of soft-spot within that hardened exterior.<br />
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*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
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'''Dislikes'''<br />
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*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
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*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
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*Miqo'te:<br />
He's no racist. Not by a long shot. Many of the new races outside of Ishgard have his excitement but when it comes to Miqo'te, a fair bunch have caused his opinion of the race to slant just slightly. He doesn't go far out of his way to make friends with them, even calling them 'cats', but there are a few exceptions that have been redeeming the bunch for him.<br />
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=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
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==Family==<br />
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*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
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==Comrades==<br />
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Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
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*'''[[Shiori Eikitaika]]''' (PC) - His best friend and Admiral, their friendship began with a question about Gaspard's mask being worn and the pair being crude and teasing one another. He's often by her side regardless her choices and offers her quiet moments where he might hold her in his arms in an attempt to reassure and comfort her. As of late, however, tensions have risen due to her recent promotion and the state of affairs between Abrenard and the crew. While he nurses a fondness that might boarder upon romantic, he respects her far too much to risk the attempt to swoon her.<br />
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*'''[[Raih Unaze]]''' (PC) - The first time they met, the girl tried to bottle him upside the head for a joke about her sexual relations only to find Abrenard holding the shattered bottle to her throat with a snarl. Obviously, this hasn't exactly changed as of late given their last interaction involved the woman glaring at him and toying with knives prior to him threatening to send her woman home with naught but a torso, but she's not his most hated thing in the world after a new recruit to the crew has the perfect way of distracting him from hating Raih via speaking like someone who should never breed.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Artoria Tumet]]''' (PC) - A superior of his amongst the crew, he finds himself constantly questioning how she ever came into a position of power. Young, arrogant and entirely self-serving from all that he's witnessed, he has little care for the orders of the girl. Having demonstrated openly that she's unstable and relatively out of control when it comes to her abilities, he's guarded about her position. Recently, she's taken it to an entirely new level after having openly refused to mend fences for Shiori's sake and seeming to believe he thinks with nothing but lust and arrogance, accusing him of falling silent once he learned of her preference for women. Though he's confused how that came about given he couldn't speak with a woman who all but disappeared after the initial moment, he's taken leave of the crew until something can be done about the matter.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Roni Oni]]''' (PC) - A loud-mouthed youth who's taken to throwing the weight of his position as superior around, Abrenard's found himself growing ever more annoyed with the boy. Already having had to resist the urge to kick in his teeth after he threw various insults and slurs towards his niece and demanding that Abe follow his orders even when not on-duty for the crew, it's becoming a challenge to remain loyal.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Erimmont Chevalier]]''' (PC) - Caretaker of the infirmary within Dalamud's End, Erimmont serves as an enigmatic father-figure of sorts to Abrenard. Despite the man's warm and friendly attitude with everyone, he's heard the growls tear from the man's throat when angry and finds his ability to hide that feral side of himself so perfectly incredibly disturbing.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Sashana Star]]''' (PC) - It started with the man making an idle comment to another in the Quicksand regarding a motto he'd mostly seen proven true. "If you lack furry ears and a tail, you're generally left alone." Of course, Star heard such a thing and was quick to rush towards him with incredible displeasure for the jab and the pair made a show of outright snarling at one another for the next bell. Though eventually, Abrenard admitted there was a grudge which Star seemed intent to fix, meeting him nights later by chance and leading him away with but a kiss and a promise of a 'date'.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - Originally, she was just a pretty face who helped him find his way through Limsa Lominsa during his early days in the south? Now? She's a good friend and a set of ears when he needs them. Also, she seems intent on turning him into a fat lord as she continues to stuff him with various luxurious foods that he's never had before.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The loud-mouthed red-headed prick? Yeah, he's been around. Drinks so heavily that I'm amazed his liver hasn't rotted from the inside."<br />
<br />
*"I think he's overcompensating for something small with that boisterous attitude, if you get what I mean."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He's.. something. He's a bit of a prick but his heart is in the right place. I mean, anyone who gives half of his earnings to random orphans must have some good merit, right?"<br />
<br />
*"Caught him alone once without a drink. He looked almost like he was in a trance. Lost and distant. Must've seen some damned awful things."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Music=<br />
<br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: Character theme regarding his leaving the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[http://thetallestserpent.tumblr.com/ The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
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| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
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| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=156069Abrenard Rondelet2016-02-12T19:40:10Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
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<div>''"You know. I could bloody well get used to this whole sky pirate business. Constant threat of injury or death, the wind whipping through your hair and adrenaline pumping through your veins. Ain't no better feeling."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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=History=<br />
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W.I.P<br />
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=Personality=<br />
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An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Shiori Eikitaika]]''' - A rather interesting Au'ri woman whom Abe first came across during an open bar within her crew's abode, she's quickly becoming a close friend for the lone bastard. Though that night started off sour, it quickly became much more lively once she sought him out for conversation and drew him into the midst of her crew's antics. Though he's only known the woman for a short time, there's a fair level of trust and a sense of connection in that they're not terribly different from one another. Granted, he's certain once she finds the chocobo wallpaper lining his walls, she might just change her mind about that.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
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== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Music=<br />
<br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: Character theme regarding his leaving the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[http://thetallestserpent.tumblr.com/ The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
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| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = Abrenard Rondelet 02-2016.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=File:Abrenard_Rondelet_02-2016.png&diff=156068File:Abrenard Rondelet 02-2016.png2016-02-12T19:26:31Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: Recent Change.</p>
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<div>Recent Change.</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=155618Abrenard Rondelet2016-02-10T15:42:08Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
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<div>''"You know. I could bloody well get used to this whole sky pirate business. Constant threat of injury or death, the wind whipping through your hair and adrenaline pumping through your veins. Ain't no better feeling."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
<br />
{| width="100%"<br />
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<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Shiori Eikitaika]]''' - A rather interesting Au'ri woman whom Abe first came across during an open bar within her crew's abode, she's quickly becoming a close friend for the lone bastard. Though that night started off sour, it quickly became much more lively once she sought him out for conversation and drew him into the midst of her crew's antics. Though he's only known the woman for a short time, there's a fair level of trust and a sense of connection in that they're not terribly different from one another. Granted, he's certain once she finds the chocobo wallpaper lining his walls, she might just change her mind about that.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Music=<br />
<br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: Character theme regarding his leaving the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[http://thetallestserpent.tumblr.com/ The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
<br />
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| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=141573Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-11T05:17:24Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
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<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
<br />
{| width="100%"<br />
|-<br />
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<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Shiori Eikitaika]]''' - A rather interesting Au'ri woman whom Abe first came across during an open bar within her crew's abode, she's quickly becoming a close friend for the lone bastard. Though that night started off sour, it quickly became much more lively once she sought him out for conversation and drew him into the midst of her crew's antics. Though he's only known the woman for a short time, there's a fair level of trust and a sense of connection in that they're not terribly different from one another. Granted, he's certain once she finds the chocobo wallpaper lining his walls, she might just change her mind about that.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Music=<br />
<br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: Character theme regarding his leaving the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[http://thetallestserpent.tumblr.com/ The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
<br />
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| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
|}<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=141567Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-11T04:54:46Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
<br />
{| width="100%"<br />
|-<br />
| colspan="8" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Shiori Eikitaika]]''' - A rather interesting Au'ri woman whom Abe first came across during an open bar within her crew's abode, she's quickly becoming a close friend for the lone bastard. Though that night started off sour, it quickly became much more lively once she sought him out for conversation and drew him into the midst of her crew's antics. Though he's only known the woman for a short time, there's a fair level of trust and a sense of connection in that they're not terribly different from one another. Granted, he's certain once she finds the chocobo wallpaper lining his walls, she might just change her mind about that.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Music=<br />
<br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: Character theme regarding his leaving the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
<br />
| colspan="2" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
|}<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=141566Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-11T04:54:25Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
<br />
{| width="100%"<br />
|-<br />
| colspan="8" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Shiori Eikitaika]]''' - A rather interesting Au'ri woman whom Abe first came across during an open bar within her crew's abode, she's quickly becoming a close friend for the lone bastard. Though that night started off sour, it quickly became much more lively once she sought him out for conversation and drew him into the midst of her crew's antics. Though he's only known the woman for a short time, there's a fair level of trust and a sense of connection in that they're not terribly different from one another. Granted, he's certain once she finds the chocobo wallpaper lining his walls, she might just change her mind about that.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Music=<br />
<br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: Character theme regarding his leaving the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent | The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
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| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
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| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=139715Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-03T00:07:00Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
<br />
{| width="100%"<br />
|-<br />
| colspan="8" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Shiori Eikitaika]]''' - A rather interesting Au'ri woman whom Abe first came across during an open bar within her crew's abode, she's quickly becoming a close friend for the lone bastard. Though that night started off sour, it quickly became much more lively once she sought him out for conversation and drew him into the midst of her crew's antics. Though he's only known the woman for a short time, there's a fair level of trust and a sense of connection in that they're not terribly different from one another. Granted, he's certain once she finds the chocobo wallpaper lining his walls, she might just change her mind about that.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Music=<br />
<br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: Character theme regarding his leaving the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
<br />
| colspan="2" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
|}<br />
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<headertabs /><br />
<br />
[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=139712Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-03T00:00:14Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
<br />
{| width="100%"<br />
|-<br />
| colspan="8" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Music=<br />
<br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: Character theme regarding his leaving the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
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| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=139711Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-02T23:59:56Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
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<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Music=<br />
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<td style="vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;"><br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: Character theme regarding his leaving the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
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| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=139710Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-02T23:59:28Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
<br />
{| width="100%"<br />
|-<br />
| colspan="8" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Music=<br />
<br />
<table style="position:center;" width="100%"><tr><br />
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;"><br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: Character theme regarding his leaving the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
<br />
| colspan="2" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
|}<br />
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<headertabs /><br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=139709Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-02T23:57:35Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
<br />
{| width="100%"<br />
|-<br />
| colspan="8" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Music=<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
|}<br />
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<headertabs /><br />
<br />
[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=139708Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-02T23:56:24Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
<br />
{| width="100%"<br />
|-<br />
| colspan="8" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings & Thanks=<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
<br />
| colspan="2" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
|}<br />
<br />
<headertabs /><br />
<br />
[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=139706Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-02T23:55:07Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: /* Music */</p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
==Themes==<br />
<br />
=Music=<br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: A theme of sorts regarding his leaving of the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
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| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=139705Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-02T23:54:02Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
==Themes==<br />
<br />
=Music=<br />
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<td style="vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;"><br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: A theme of sorts regarding his leaving of the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
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| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=139704Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-02T23:53:14Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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| colspan="2" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
|}<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
==Themes==<br />
<br />
=Music=<br />
<table style="position:center;" width="100%"><tr><br />
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;"><br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: A theme of sorts regarding his leaving of the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
<br />
<headertabs /></div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=139703Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-02T23:52:03Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
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<headertabs /><br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
==Themes==<br />
<br />
=Music=<br />
<table style="position:center;" width="100%"><tr><br />
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;"><br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: A theme of sorts regarding his leaving of the city of Ishgard. </small></div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=139702Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-02T23:51:19Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
==Themes==<br />
<br />
=Music=<br />
<table style="position:center;" width="100%"><tr><br />
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;"><br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: A theme of sorts regarding his leaving of the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
|}<br />
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<headertabs /><br />
<br />
[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=139701Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-02T23:49:36Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
<br />
{| width="100%"<br />
|-<br />
| colspan="8" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
==Themes==<br />
<br />
=Music=<br />
<table style="position:center;" width="100%"><tr><br />
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;"><br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: A theme of sorts regarding his leaving of the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
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| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=139700Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-02T23:49:04Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
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<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
==Themes==<br />
<br />
=Music=<br />
<table style="position:center;" width="100%"><tr><br />
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:33%;padding-right:10px; font-size:12px; color:#585350;font-family:Georgia;"><br />
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: A theme of sorts regarding his leaving of the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
|}<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=139699Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-02T23:48:33Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
<br />
{| width="100%"<br />
|-<br />
| colspan="8" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
==Themes==<br />
<br />
=Music=<br />
<br />
<h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #707070;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>MUSIC</center></div></span></h3> <br />
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: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edouQ5JCGsA My Land]''<br />
:: Artist: Sonata Arctica<br />
:: Origin: ''Ecliptica''<br />
:: <small>Context: A theme of sorts regarding his leaving of the city of Ishgard. </small><br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
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| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=139698Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-02T23:42:18Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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{| width="100%"<br />
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<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings & Themes=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
|}<br />
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<headertabs /><br />
<br />
[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=139697Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-02T23:41:23Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
<br />
{| width="100%"<br />
|-<br />
| colspan="8" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
<br />
| colspan="2" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
|}<br />
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<headertabs /><br />
<br />
[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=139696Abrenard Rondelet2015-12-02T23:40:50Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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{| width="100%"<br />
|-<br />
| colspan="8" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings & Thanks=<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
<br />
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| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
|}<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=138024Abrenard Rondelet2015-11-24T09:32:10Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
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<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
<br />
{| width="100%"<br />
|-<br />
| colspan="8" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings & Thanks=<br />
=Writings=<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
=Thanks=<br />
<br />
Full Disclosure: I made use of several snippets I found on various profiles but the main contributor was [[Ciel Sauveterre]]. Credit for the design goes to her as far as I'm aware. Be certain to take a look at her profile for she's a divine role-player herself.<br />
<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=138019Abrenard Rondelet2015-11-24T09:08:28Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
<br />
{| width="100%"<br />
|-<br />
| colspan="8" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*'''Sven''' - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
| colspan="2" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=138017Abrenard Rondelet2015-11-24T09:07:33Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
<br />
{| width="100%"<br />
|-<br />
| colspan="8" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*Sven - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Nai Ruahki]]''' - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
<br />
*'''Aerisette Dellamorte''' - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
| colspan="2" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
|}<br />
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<headertabs /><br />
<br />
[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=138014Abrenard Rondelet2015-11-24T09:04:26Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
<br />
{| width="100%"<br />
|-<br />
| colspan="8" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Kiipa Nulstat]]''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''[[Anton Borneheld]]''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*Sven - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*Nai Ruahki - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
*Aerisette Dellamorte - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan =Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
|}<br />
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<headertabs /><br />
<br />
[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=138012Abrenard Rondelet2015-11-24T09:03:29Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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{| width="100%"<br />
|-<br />
| colspan="8" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: <br />
No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: <br />
The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: <br />
Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''Kiipa Nulstat''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''Anton Borneheld''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*Sven - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*Nai Ruahki - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
*Aerisette Dellamorte - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
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| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan =Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=138011Abrenard Rondelet2015-11-24T09:02:58Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
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<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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{| width="100%"<br />
|-<br />
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<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''Kiipa Nulstat''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''Anton Borneheld''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*Sven - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*Nai Ruahki - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
*Aerisette Dellamorte - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = <br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan =Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = Early 30's <br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 Ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Emerald (Left), Sapphire (Right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
|}<br />
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<headertabs /><br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=138010Abrenard Rondelet2015-11-24T09:02:42Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
<hr />
<div>''"I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins."'' '''~ Abrenard Rondelet'''<br />
<br />
{| width="100%"<br />
|-<br />
| colspan="8" style="vertical-align:top" |<br />
<br />
=History=<br />
<br />
W.I.P<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''Kiipa Nulstat''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''Anton Borneheld''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*Sven - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*Nai Ruahki - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
*Aerisette Dellamorte - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=138007Abrenard Rondelet2015-11-24T09:00:37Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
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<div>'''I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins." ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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=History=<br />
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W.I.P<br />
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=Personality=<br />
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An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<br />
'''Likes'''<br />
<br />
*Chocobo:<br />
The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.<br />
<br />
*Equality:<br />
Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.<br />
<br />
*Challenges:<br />
The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Dislikes'''<br />
<br />
*Surprises: No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.<br />
<br />
*Nobility: The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.<br />
<br />
*Poachers: Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.<br />
<br />
<br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''Kiipa Nulstat''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''Anton Borneheld''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*Sven - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*Nai Ruahki - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
*Aerisette Dellamorte - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
== Other Connections ==<br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
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<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
<br />
Posted as they are created.<br />
<br />
==Trivia==<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
*[https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent| The Tallest Serpent] - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=138000Abrenard Rondelet2015-11-24T08:46:32Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: Blanked the page</p>
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''I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins." ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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=History=<br />
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=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #333333;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''L I K E S'''</center></div></h3><br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Chocobo'''. The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Equality'''. Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Challenges'''. The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.</font></div><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #666666;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''D I S L I K E S'''</center></div></span></h3><br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#666666;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Surprises'''. No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Nobility'''. The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Poachers'''. Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.</font></div><br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''Kiipa Nulstat''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''Anton Borneheld''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*Sven - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*Nai Ruahki - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
*Aerisette Dellamorte - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
You'll find them here when worthy quotes spawn.<br />
==Trivia==<br />
<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
* https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
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| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = The Tailfeather Snake<br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 32<br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Odd: forest green (left), bright blue (right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=137996Abrenard Rondelet2015-11-24T08:39:49Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
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''I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins." ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = The Tailfeather Snake<br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 32<br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Odd: forest green (left), bright blue (right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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=History=<br />
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<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<div align=center><table style="position:center;" width="90%"><br />
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<td style="width: 33%;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #333333;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''L I K E S'''</center></div></h3><br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Chocobo'''. The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Equality'''. Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Challenges'''. The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.</font></div><br />
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #666666;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''D I S L I K E S'''</center></div></span></h3><br />
<br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#666666;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Surprises'''. No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Nobility'''. The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Poachers'''. Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.</font></div><br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''Kiipa Nulstat''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''Anton Borneheld''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*Sven - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*Nai Ruahki - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
*Aerisette Dellamorte - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
You'll find them here when worthy quotes spawn.<br />
==Trivia==<br />
<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
* https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
<headertabs /><br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=137995Abrenard Rondelet2015-11-24T08:39:18Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
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''I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins." ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = The Tailfeather Snake<br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 32<br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Odd: forest green (left), bright blue (right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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=History=<br />
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=Personality=<br />
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An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
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<td style="width: 33%;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #333333;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''L I K E S'''</center></div></h3><br />
<br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Chocobo'''. The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Equality'''. Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Challenges'''. The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.</font></div><br />
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<td style="width: 33%;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #666666;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''D I S L I K E S'''</center></div></span></h3><br />
<br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#666666;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Surprises'''. No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Nobility'''. The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Poachers'''. Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.</font></div><br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''Kiipa Nulstat''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''Anton Borneheld''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*Sven - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*Nai Ruahki - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
*Aerisette Dellamorte - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
You'll find them here when worthy quotes spawn.<br />
==Trivia==<br />
<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
* https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
<br />
<headertabs /><br />
<br />
[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=137994Abrenard Rondelet2015-11-24T08:38:05Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
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<div><br />
''I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins." ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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{{Infobox-character<br />
| name = Abrenard Rondelet<br />
| image = AbrenardRondelet.png<br />
| imagewidth = 350px<br />
| caption =<br />
| title = The Tailfeather Snake<br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Ishgard<br />
| race = Elezen<br />
| clan = Duskwight<br />
| stat_1 = Age<br />
| stat_1_value = 32<br />
| stat_2 = Height<br />
| stat_2_value = 6'4"<br />
| stat_3 = Weight<br />
| stat_3_value = 180 ponze<br />
| stat_4 = Eye Color<br />
| stat_4_value = Odd: forest green (left), bright blue (right)<br />
| stat_5 = Alignment<br />
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
| stat_6 = Patron Deity<br />
| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
}}<br />
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=History=<br />
<br />
<br />
=Personality=<br />
<br />
An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
<br />
==Other Notes==<br />
<div align=center><table style="position:center;" width="90%"><br />
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<td style="width: 33%;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #333333;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''L I K E S'''</center></div></h3><br />
<br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Chocobo'''. The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Equality'''. Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Challenges'''. The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.</font></div><br />
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<td style="width: 33%;vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline"><br />
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #666666;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''D I S L I K E S'''</center></div></span></h3><br />
<br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#666666;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Surprises'''. No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Nobility'''. The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Poachers'''. Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.</font></div><br />
=Relationships=<br />
__NOTOC__<br />
<br />
==Family==<br />
<br />
*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
<br />
==Comrades==<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''Kiipa Nulstat''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
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*'''Anton Borneheld''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
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==Friends==<br />
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'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
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*Sven - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
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*Nai Ruahki - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
*Aerisette Dellamorte - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
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=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
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*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
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*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
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==Moderate Rumors==<br />
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*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
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*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
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==Rare Rumors==<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
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*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
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*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
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== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
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=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
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==IC Quotes==<br />
You'll find them here when worthy quotes spawn.<br />
==Trivia==<br />
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*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
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=Writings=<br />
<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
* https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelethttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Abrenard_Rondelet&diff=137993Abrenard Rondelet2015-11-24T08:37:14Z<p>Abrenard Rondelet: </p>
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''I picked myself up from the cold stones of a broken city and made a name for myself that most men would be proud to even imagine themselves holding. I'll be damned if some powdered prick with daddy's name thinks himself above me because of the blood that runs through his veins." ~ Abrenard Rondelet<br />
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| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good<br />
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| stat_6_value = Halone, the Fury<br />
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=History=<br />
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=Personality=<br />
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An incredibly private personality, most find it a surprise that the man clad in such imposing attire is rather friendly in nature. All too glad to settle for a drink with fair company, he seems a far throw from the heavily reserved and cold-hearted Ishgardian stereotype. Bold with his words and actions yet wise enough to pick and choose his battles, he makes for a loyal companion to those who respect his skill and his want to keep his distance. Rare is he prone to outright anger though he's known to be full of snark if there's something he doesn't much care for set on the table.<br />
Despite all of this, he goes to great lengths to hide his face from wandering eyes. Be it behind the visor of his serpentine helm or a hand-carved wooden mask when he's bathing, there seems to be something that drives him to hide himself away from those curious about his features. If asked the reason for the concealment, he never seems to truly answer the question directly, often dodging to another topic or giving a rather vague remark about how ugly he looks under it all.<br />
Still, he almost seems to desire what he can't very well have when it comes to interaction with others. Prone to ruffling the hair of those he feels protective of with a tendency to scritch the ears of Miqo'te companions, he almost always seems to draw himself away before going through with such actions.<br />
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==Other Notes==<br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Chocobo'''. The common steeds hold a great significance to the man. Far wiser than most would assume, he can often be seen in the company of his own mount. Typically pampering her with various treatments while cooing sweet little nothings and one-sided conversations with the creature.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Equality'''. Having abandoned his duties as a Dragoon upon viewing the way those of the high class treated those thought to be below them, Abrenard is fierce when it comes to the subject of equality regardless of the subject matter. Rare is it for him to allow a racial slur slip from a tongue without reprimand.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Challenges'''. The training of the Dragoon is perilous and not for the faint of heart. Yet while some cower at the thought of such a arduous journey, he flourishes with a grin on his lips and a fire in his heart. Be it mental or physical, he'll not often outright deny the challenge posed before him and can often be seen dabbling in his spare time with various riddles or physical training that borders on the insane.</font></div><br />
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#666666;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Surprises'''. No surprise he's ever suffered has been a good one and thus, he tends to become a touch tense when one rolls along. There are exceptions, mostly if the person dropping said surprise is a close comrade, but they still tend to make his gut roll uncontrollably with discontent and stress.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Nobility'''. The thought of any man or woman holding themselves above others due to bloodline or wealth is laughable to a man who had nothing and built a life for himself from nothing. Most Ishgardians will find him to be incredibly put off by their presence and his words incredibly unforgiving. If you want to hold such a status, earn it. To do otherwise is disrespectful to those who put forth the effort to climb the ladder.</font></div><br />
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#333333;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#999999;">'''Poachers'''. Having found a home in Tailfeather as a rancher of sorts, there's nothing that sets the man's blood ablaze more than the tale of an innocent beast beaten and bloodied for little more than greed. To claim otherwise before him doesn't often last long before it turns vicious.</font></div><br />
=Relationships=<br />
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==Family==<br />
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*A bastard orphan, Abrenard currently has little idea whom sired him or if there were others. Should any become known over time, they will be listed here.<br />
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==Comrades==<br />
Currently under the employ of the Radical Dreamers. The Dreamers are by all accounts a form of mercenary company accepting applicants from all walks of life. While he doesn't share their dream of an ideal world due to his experiences in the past, Abrenard has settled amongst their number with hopes that perhaps they may hold the knowledge to unlocking the 'Pull' he feels guiding him as of late.<br />
<br />
*'''Kiipa Nulstat''' (PC) - When the man first awoke to find himself in the lands unknown, he was given but a name and an instruction. Kiipa Nulstat was the name given and as such, she has become a priority for Abrenard. Whatever force has taken to guiding him seems to gravitate towards the woman and her half-blood son, Bjorn. What small glances he's caught of her have led him to thoughts not his own and his want to hold the infant have him entirely perplexed as they've not exchanged any direct words with one another.<br />
<br />
*'''Anton Borneheld''' (PC) - A Hyur chef that was the first to speak with Abrenard once he set foot in the Dreamer's yard. Bringing him out from the cold night air and offering him stiff drink, employment and conversation, Abrenard finds the man to be a decent friend thus far. Time will tell if that proves to be true.<br />
<br />
==Friends==<br />
<br />
'''''Disclaimer:''' The notes below are purely in character and are not influenced at all by OOC, or how well I know anyone outside of RP. If there's a missing listing, it's either due to the author's poor memory or there being too little information for Abrenard to consider them more than a simple contact.<br />
<br />
*Sven - One of the first to converse with him at length, Abrenard finds the small Au'ri woman to be rather charming in her own way. After settling together for drinks and her confession of her prenancy and broken heart, it was Abrenard's words that brought her to realize that she shouldn't burden herself with the guilt of the relation ending.<br />
<br />
*Nai Ruahki - A mysterious Miqo'te woman with a head of lavender hair, Abrenard finds her company to be oddly enjoyable when she's not caught in the midst of the public eye. Prone to teasing the man about his habits and often sporting a smirk, there's something about the woman that catches him off-guard. Though he has no ties to her, there's an underlying want to scritch along her ears and connect. However it came about, he's certainly not one to humor it.<br />
*Aerisette Dellamorte - A young woman who often goes by the name 'Mouse' due to her being far too small to be a 'Dock Rat', she holds what seems to be a deep love for exploration and tales from those who've caught themselves in the field of battle. Having met by chance during a stroll across the docks that led to Abrenard discovering Nai, he soon joined them and was caught in the woman's crosshairs once the Miqo'te informed her of his past. <br />
<br />
=Rumors=<br />
==Common Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"The serpent fellow? Don't know much about him. Never shows his face. Seen him with a bunch of different masks but I can't say I know who he is under it."<br />
<br />
*"Think he's a burn victim, myself. Says he's a former dragoon and most would hold their chin high for it. This one keeps his distance from the observant. Likely had his face scorched by dragon fire."<br />
<br />
==Moderate Rumors==<br />
<br />
*"He doesn't know why he's even down here in the first place. Asked him one night when we were drinking and he spun some story about being kidnapped from Tailfeather. Says they didn't take a damned thing from him, though. Some bloody 'kidnapping' that was."<br />
<br />
*"He's honestly sort of adorable even with the armor. Caught him in the midst hugging his chocobo and saying all sorts of sweet things. It was honestly incredibly cute in it's own way."<br />
<br />
==Rare Rumors==<br />
*"Abrenard Rondelet. Former Dragoon. Showed incredible promise during his time. Not often you see one of the commoner's climb the ranks as he did but it was nothing short of a miracle that he did. He retired from the order after an incident involving a young lad being put to the axe for thieving from the Fortemps. A shame, really." <br />
<br />
*"He seems confident and maybe even a touch cocky when you speak with him. I can't help but feel that under it all, he's lost. He's been pulled into unknown lands without so much as a friendly face to reassure him. Not a single coin to his name from what I've seen. " <br />
<br />
*"He claims the serpent attire is due to a nickname he was given during his training by his fellow comrades. Something like 'Snakebite' or something of the sort because of how quiet he was until he decided you needed a swift kick in the arse. Real snake in the grass, if you'll pardon the pun." <br />
<br />
== PC Rumors ==<br />
(( You're more than welcome to add any rumor you'd look, for better or worse. Hit me! ))<br />
<br />
=IC Quotes and Trivia=<br />
<br />
==IC Quotes==<br />
You'll find them here when worthy quotes spawn.<br />
==Trivia==<br />
<br />
*As mentioned throughout this profile, Abrenard absolutely refuses to show his face in the public eye. Chances are if he's removed his snake helm, a mask holds snug to his features and most if not all are secured by a binding to ensure none look to pull it from him suddenly.<br />
<br />
=Writings=<br />
<br />
This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.<br />
<br />
* https://www.tumblr.com/blog/thetallestserpent - IC Tumblr where you'll find most writings as they're drawn up.<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category:Elezen]]</div>Abrenard Rondelet