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		<title>Felix Drake</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FinalStrigon: /* History */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;''PLEASE NOTE: This Wiki is constantly changing and updating. Last update made: March, 2016. Review at your own risk, this wiki does contain spoilers that are for OOC purposes only.'' &lt;br /&gt;
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| citizenship = Garlean&lt;br /&gt;
| race = Hyur&lt;br /&gt;
| clan = Highlander&lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. He is not the only son of an Ala Mhigan merchant family, forced to flee the fall of the city. He was raised on the road, and in the Far East with trading contacts of his family, before returning to Eorzea to fight the Garleans in their first invasion. He may have traveled to all these places, but, not quite with that story.&lt;br /&gt;
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Felix was born in a minor noble family in the Garleans empire, the Scelanii. While not a family of the old blood, the lineage had earned their place in Garlean society through warfare, known to be a constant and stalwart defender of the people back when the Empire had been no more than a single, magic-less city forced to defend itself against their neighbors. Where most family would enjoy the fruits of their labors, however, the Scelanii constantly trained and prepared for war, each child raised with the expectation of doing great things for the empire in the legions. &lt;br /&gt;
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From the moment he was old enough to grip a blade, Felix’s training began. His father, a stern man named Caius van Scelan, was a legate from the Empire’s early expansion, forced into retirement from a battlefield injury. His only son was quickly groomed to someday take his place--where most children spent their days learning their letters and playing with friends, Felix studied military treatises and was trained by centurions of his father’s old legion. What semblance of a childhood he had came from his mother, Lillia, and his twin sister Felicia. &lt;br /&gt;
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Raised in a split between the family estates in the heart of the Empire, and in the East where the family had holdings within the lands of an Eastern lord Caius had befriended in his soldiering days, Felix was introduced to a more peaceful and disciplined way of life than the war warmachine he was being prepared for. The lord, taking Lillia’s cause, attempted to pass on to Felix that there was more to being a warrior than simply wielding a weapon and killing your foes. The lessons took root in the young boy, aided by the lord’s daughter, a girl Felix’s age, as the two children became nigh inseparable. Their time would be short, however, in his early teens, Felix was passed off to the legions by his father to hasten his learning, under the tutelage of Gaius van Baelsar, the Black Wolf, master of the XIVth Legion. The next phase of Garlean expansion was beginning, and there would be no better place to learn than on the lines itself.&lt;br /&gt;
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While Felix had been meant to simple being a shadow, a young assistant to the legate, Baelsar had other ideas. The child was sent into the city, disguised as an orphan of the blossoming war, his pureblooded lineage hidden with prototype magitek, along with the rest of the legion’s spies and infiltrators. Tasked with gathering information and sending it back to the legion, it was in the city Felix killed his first man--an aging fist of Rhalgar, in hiding from the man king’s purges, trying to keep the hope of the people alive. It had been an accident, but the spilled blood of a kind, gentle man was blamed on the king, among many other deeds, and soon the city “fell” as the people all but welcomed the XIVth Legion in with open arms. Felix would return to Gaius’s side, and remain there for a few years more, before he was transferred. Conflict was brewing in the East, as honorable lords started to chafe under the poor, and corrupt, governorship installed by the Empire. The legions were not to waste resources, and as his family ties with the area came to light Felix was attached to the legion tasked with keeping the area peaceful and subdued.&lt;br /&gt;
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His training continued in the East, and he gained the rank of centurion. While tensions were high and threatening to boil over, he was granted command of a cohort to try a more diplomatic approach. Working with the lord he knew from his childhood, and Takara, the lord’s daughter who had grown into a beautiful young woman, he tried to keep the peace as a rebel faction continued to grow. Nobles back in the seat of the empire wanted a war, however, and the governor needed an excuse to hide his own corruption from an imperial investigation. An plot was hatched...the lands and wealth of every ruling lord in the small province was to be collected for the empire. When the collectors came to Takara’s father residence, they were resisted, leading to the lord being horribly disfigured, yet not killed, as he was “made an example of” and his daughter given to the soldiers. By the time Felix heard of what happened, it was too late. While he saved her from the soldiers, he had done so by being forced to “buy” her, an act leading the woman to reject the love they had. All Felix could do was take her home, though his welcome there ended. The lord, rather than suffer the shame, rallied the outraged families to his banner, joining with the rebels.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rebellion was over as quickly as it started. Despite initial success against an empire not expecting such a swift and violent reaction, the war the nobles had wanted cost many a Garlean son and daughter their lives. Felix would face his former friend, his mentor, on the battlefield...and Takara would throw herself between them to save her father’s life. Around them, the Garlean magitek weaponry was turning the tides of the conflict, and rather than be captured, and to join his daughter again, the lord ended his own life. It did not end the rebellion, and Felix would face more samurai in battle to the months to come, but the event left him deadened to the rest of the conflict. “Peace” was eventually restored, and a number of Garlean families claimed new residences...but the seeds were planted to ensure the area would forever be a troublesome zone for the Empire, as dissent spread to the lands of Doma, and the horse lords of the Far East.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hearing of a new invasion planned for the lands of Eorzea, Felix petitioned for another transfer. Arriving in Nael van Darnus’s VIIth Legion, he was assigned a lesser tribune rank, and granted a specialized force for operating ahead of the invasion behind Eorzean lines. Task with reconnaissance and subterfuge, Felix’s unit carried out their duties spectacularly. It was also in this time that Felix was first introduced to the threat of the primals, seeing first hand the danger that the Empire feared, when witnessing a summoning of the primal Ifrit. One of his own was tempered by the beast, and Felix had his men work in unison with a force of adventurers tasked with putting Ifrit down. &lt;br /&gt;
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As the invasion progressed, and Nael’s sanity started to come under question, Felix was contacted by Gaius van Baelsar once again. An outside to Nael’s legion, he lacked the rabid loyalty that the White Raven’s men gave their leader. Felix was informed of the true extent of Nael’s madness, and the fears that the legate no longer operated under his own authority, he was asked to do the worst. The legate had to be stopped. Intelligence had been gathered that the Eorzeans were planning an assault to assassinate Nael, led by their greatest warriors. To ensure they had the chance to do their job, Felix was asked to act behind the scenes, crippling the Garlean response. To avoid such wanton and senseless death and destruction as Project Meteor would cause, Felix agrees. As did his unit. Except for one man.&lt;br /&gt;
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Crassus, a long-time friend and brother in arms to Felix, couldn’t accept the act of treason they would commit. While it was too late to stop the unit, he could nonetheless inform the rest of the VIIth that they had been betrayed. After Nael’s death, before the the Battle of Carteneau, Crassus revealed his betrayal. He killed the men and women he had fought beside as they made camp, awaiting word from van Baelsar about what would happen to them now. Felix was left for dead with them...Yet he didn’t die. Waking in the ruined camp, after his injuries, he pursued Crassus. He chased the man, mind set on revenge, all the way to Carteneau. Among the madmen of Nael’s legion, Crassus had been granted a senior command for his loyalty and destruction of the traitors, now known as Crassus tol Sintas. &lt;br /&gt;
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In the middle of the battle, Felix found him. They fought, but weakened, Felix was defeated, and Crassus fled before the moon would crush them all. Caught up in a struggle with adventurers, Felix refused to just accept his fate and wait there for the moon, for Bahamut, to kill him...When the adventurer he grappled with started to glow blue, swept up in some kind of spell, Felix was caught and dragged along with it. All he knew was darkness…&lt;br /&gt;
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When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Fortemps, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate--his third eye masked even to him by the magics that had swept him off of Carteneau, reinforcing the procedures done to him by the legions to hide it. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, for all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...That was enough for the Ishgardian to offer him aid, a place to rest and recover. He earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him. His skill was such that eventually he was even able to train with the dragoon--never quite accepted into their order, as a foreigner, just he learned some of their ways nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;
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Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he attempted to have Felix assassinated--the efforts failed, despite being attacked and thrown down the Witch Drop, and the man lived. Rather than return to those he fought beside, however, he took his lance and headed south.&lt;br /&gt;
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Efforts to parley with the Garleans were fruitless--he was considered a rogue soldier, spending five years AWOL behind Eorzean lines in their opinion, and a traitor to top it off, according to Crassus. Determine to gain revenge against the man, Felix started to work with the Grand Companies, hiding his true identity. He used them to try and find Crassus, knowing the man would be up to his old tricks, running a brutal subterfuge and assassination campaign. Trapped in a foreign and hostile land, his home denied to him, all Felix could do was hope he could obtain his revenge before he died.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet time amongst the Eorzeans slowly started to change his outlook on the people. And when in need once, in Ul’dah, he was pointed towards a free company known as the Order of the Sword and Rose. Although he didn’t expect to, he joined their ranks, and even more unexpected found a group he was willing to call friends and a place to call home. He fought beside them, albeit hiding his past from most of them. It was also in this time that he encountered another Garlean agent, who promised him a chance to win his place in the Empire back.&lt;br /&gt;
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His past would catch up with him, however, before anything could come to fruition. With Crassus directly attacking a number of Felix’s friends, he chose to leave, with little fanfare. Determine to face down Crassus once and for all, he failed, and ended up captured by the man. Taken into the bowels of the ruins of Dalamund that ran beneath Castrum Occidens, where Crassus was working towards an ultimate goal of finishing what Nael started, Felix only survived due to the previous, intervention of a Garlean scientist and technician he had encountered through his adventures with the Order (albeit, her methods of helping were quite questionable). What all happened in the ruins Felix refuses to speak about...It’s only known he emerged, and Crassus did not.&lt;br /&gt;
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But the mad tribune’s death was the final condition of Felix’s tentative welcome back into the legions. Instead of being allowed to return home, however, he was kept in Eorzea. He adventure for a time, as a mask to hide his Garlean operations, even briefly aiding in the formation of a new free company. An enterprise doomed to failure, he was on his own again soon enough, floating around from position to position with the various Grand Companies, keeping a low presence. When Ishgard opened its gates in a dire need for help, he was sent north, to reestablish ties with House Fortemps. A Garlean agent sent to the city long ago had stopped reporting in, and his task was to find out why...It was a task he never managed to complete, before either conflicts with dragons or constant new tasks waylaid him.&lt;br /&gt;
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As tides shifted and changes, he was ultimately deactivated, mission cancelled and he became a sleeper agent once again. Occasional small tasks are sent his way, but for the most part, he's left to operate as he sees fit. On a recent return to Eorzea from the frozen wastes of Coerthas, he met up with old friend of the Order of the Sword and Rose again. Ultimately he ended up rejoining their ranks, come with it what may.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
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As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tries to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the eidolon threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
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===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
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===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade and sword, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Other===&lt;br /&gt;
::* He can dance, and surprisingly well. Good luck getting him to, though.&lt;br /&gt;
::* He can hold his alcohol pretty damned well, and enjoys a good drink. While not picky, he does absolutely refuse to drink anything that comes from the Far East.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. Few know his true past. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A mission that exposed him to high concentrations of aetherical radiation and voidal energies has left him almost completely unable to have children. Odds are his family line ends with him, a fact that does weigh heavily on his mind at times.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Mother - Lillia Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Crassus tol Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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Felix claims he's finally killed the man, though won't share the details of the story.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Everyone Else===&lt;br /&gt;
'''Disclaimer:''' ''This is a work in progress, and I slowly get to do more IC. It's nothing personal if you don't see your character here--as Felix forms opinions on others, it'll end up here. Of course, if you think you should be here, just send me a message so I get my lazy butt in here and add your character.&lt;br /&gt;
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NOTE: These are all what Felix himself THINKS about characters, from his impressions IC or events IC. They do not, in any way, pass real judgment, insist upon canon facts, or enact on canonical in any way, shape, or form. They are purely impressions and personal opinions.''&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Konner Kincaid]]''' - The leader of the Order of the Sword and Rose. While the samurai's philosophies occasionally leave Felix scratching his head, he respects the man. ((Rest is WIP))&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[C'rhisi Tohbei]]''' - Felix's Marshall when he first joined the Order, he's ever since referred to her as 'Commander.' ((Rest is WIP))&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Zasha Hope]]''' - A young woman that is a little sister to him in all but blood. ((Rest is WIP))&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Ciel Wulfe]]''' - He's had little interaction with the elezen bard. While some passing conversation and reactions he's witnessed from her has him curious as to her history and affiliations, she strikes him as a loyal ally and a someone he's grateful to have at his back, and someone that could offer good counsel on matters he might not take to others...And the type of woman to take great pains not to get on the bad side of. &lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Deirdre Ta'ea]]''' - Another beautiful elezen he met through the Order, brought around one day by Quarimar. An interesting woman to be sure, her brusque and occasionally rude attitude hardly bothered him the way it bothered others. Their occasional talks showed that they might not be too different from one another, and after an incident in Mist, she's the only one in Eorzea that knows almost everything about him. They've not seen one another for many moons.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Rumors==&lt;br /&gt;
===Common Rumors===&lt;br /&gt;
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::* &amp;quot;Felix is a good man.  I trust him.&amp;quot; - [[C'rhisi Tohbei]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;For some, 'tis never enough to bear pain and overcome it, it becomes as armor.  Would that we all could learn how it may shield us from further harm, and yet keep others away.&amp;quot; - [[Ciel Wulfe]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;You are asking of Felix? Why? What do you want? Go away, there is nothing you need to know.&amp;quot; - [[Deirdre Ta'ea]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Look, don't mistake my curiosity for disagreement, but who is he really?  He appears at Occidens one day and no one so much as blinks,  but for someone claiming such a rank he sure seemed relaxed.  Most in his position would use every opportunity to flaunt it.&amp;quot; - [[Glace Silencieuse]]&lt;br /&gt;
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This Template was created by [[Deirdre Ta'ea]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>Felix Drake</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FinalStrigon: Updated history and connections.&lt;/p&gt;
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| name = Felix Drake&lt;br /&gt;
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| gender = Male&lt;br /&gt;
| citizenship = Garlean&lt;br /&gt;
| race = Hyur&lt;br /&gt;
| clan = Highlander&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_1_value = Mid-Late 30's&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_2_value = 6'7&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_3_value = 250 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4 = Eye Color&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4_value = Green/Blue&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_5_value = Neutral&lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. He is not the only son of an Ala Mhigan merchant family, forced to flee the fall of the city. He was raised on the road, and in the Far East with trading contacts of his family, before returning to Eorzea to fight the Garleans in their first invasion. He may have traveled to all these places, but, not quite with that story.&lt;br /&gt;
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Felix was born in a minor noble family in the Garleans empire, the Scelanii. While not a family of the old blood, the lineage had earned their place in Garlean society through warfare, known to be a constant and stalwart defender of the people back when the Empire had been no more than a single, magic-less city forced to defend itself against their neighbors. Where most family would enjoy the fruits of their labors, however, the Scelanii constantly trained and prepared for war, each child raised with the expectation of doing great things for the empire in the legions. &lt;br /&gt;
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From the moment he was old enough to grip a blade, Felix’s training began. His father, a stern man named Caius van Scelan, was a legate from the Empire’s early expansion, forced into retirement from a battlefield injury. His only son was quickly groomed to someday take his place--where most children spent their days learning their letters and playing with friends, Felix studied military treatises and was trained by centurions of his father’s old legion. What semblance of a childhood he had came from his mother, Lillia, and his twin sister Felicia. &lt;br /&gt;
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Raised in a split between the family estates in the heart of the Empire, and in the East where the family had holdings within the lands of an Eastern lord Caius had befriended in his soldiering days, Felix was introduced to a more peaceful and disciplined way of life than the war warmachine he was being prepared for. The lord, taking Lillia’s cause, attempted to pass on to Felix that there was more to being a warrior than simply wielding a weapon and killing your foes. The lessons took root in the young boy, aided by the lord’s daughter, a girl Felix’s age, as the two children became nigh inseparable. Their time would be short, however, in his early teens, Felix was passed off to the legions by his father to hasten his learning, under the tutelage of Gaius van Baelsar, the Black Wolf, master of the XIVth Legion. The next phase of Garlean expansion was beginning, and there would be no better place to learn than on the lines itself.&lt;br /&gt;
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While Felix had been meant to simple being a shadow, a young assistant to the legate, Baelsar had other ideas. The child was sent into the city, disguised as an orphan of the blossoming war, his pureblooded lineage hidden with prototype magitek, along with the rest of the legion’s spies and infiltrators. Tasked with gathering information and sending it back to the legion, it was in the city Felix killed his first man--an aging fist of Rhalgar, in hiding from the man king’s purges, trying to keep the hope of the people alive. It had been an accident, but the spilled blood of a kind, gentle man was blamed on the king, among many other deeds, and soon the city “fell” as the people all but welcomed the XIVth Legion in with open arms. Felix would return to Gaius’s side, and remain there for a few years more, before he was transferred. Conflict was brewing in the East, as honorable lords started to chafe under the poor, and corrupt, governorship installed by the Empire. The legions were not to waste resources, and as his family ties with the area came to light Felix was attached to the legion tasked with keeping the area peaceful and subdued.&lt;br /&gt;
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His training continued in the East, and he gained the rank of centurion. While tensions were high and threatening to boil over, he was granted command of a cohort to try a more diplomatic approach. Working with the lord he knew from his childhood, and Takara, the lord’s daughter who had grown into a beautiful young woman, he tried to keep the peace as a rebel faction continued to grow. Nobles back in the seat of the empire wanted a war, however, and the governor needed an excuse to hide his own corruption from an imperial investigation. An plot was hatched...the lands and wealth of every ruling lord in the small province was to be collected for the empire. When the collectors came to Takara’s father residence, they were resisted, leading to the lord being horribly disfigured, yet not killed, as he was “made an example of” and his daughter given to the soldiers. By the time Felix heard of what happened, it was too late. While he saved her from the soldiers, he had done so by being forced to “buy” her, an act leading the woman to reject the love they had. All Felix could do was take her home, though his welcome there ended. The lord, rather than suffer the shame, rallied the outraged families to his banner, joining with the rebels.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rebellion was over as quickly as it started. Despite initial success against an empire not expecting such a swift and violent reaction, the war the nobles had wanted cost many a Garlean son and daughter their lives. Felix would face his former friend, his mentor, on the battlefield...and Takara would throw herself between them to save her father’s life. Around them, the Garlean magitek weaponry was turning the tides of the conflict, and rather than be captured, and to join his daughter again, the lord ended his own life. It did not end the rebellion, and Felix would face more samurai in battle to the months to come, but the event left him deadened to the rest of the conflict. “Peace” was eventually restored, and a number of Garlean families claimed new residences...but the seeds were planted to ensure the area would forever be a troublesome zone for the Empire, as dissent spread to the lands of Doma, and the horse lords of the Far East.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hearing of a new invasion planned for the lands of Eorzea, Felix petitioned for another transfer. Arriving in Nael van Darnus’s VIIth Legion, he was assigned a lesser tribune rank, and granted a specialized force for operating ahead of the invasion behind Eorzean lines. Task with reconnaissance and subterfuge, Felix’s unit carried out their duties spectacularly. It was also in this time that Felix was first introduced to the threat of the primals, seeing first hand the danger that the Empire feared, when witnessing a summoning of the primal Ifrit. One of his own was tempered by the beast, and Felix had his men work in unison with a force of adventurers tasked with putting Ifrit down. &lt;br /&gt;
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As the invasion progressed, and Nael’s sanity started to come under question, Felix was contacted by Gaius van Baelsar once again. An outside to Nael’s legion, he lacked the rabid loyalty that the White Raven’s men gave their leader. Felix was informed of the true extent of Nael’s madness, and the fears that the legate no longer operated under his own authority, he was asked to do the worst. The legate had to be stopped. Intelligence had been gathered that the Eorzeans were planning an assault to assassinate Nael, led by their greatest warriors. To ensure they had the chance to do their job, Felix was asked to act behind the scenes, crippling the Garlean response. To avoid such wanton and senseless death and destruction as Project Meteor would cause, Felix agrees. As did his unit. Except for one man.&lt;br /&gt;
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Crassus, a long-time friend and brother in arms to Felix, couldn’t accept the act of treason they would commit. While it was too late to stop the unit, he could nonetheless inform the rest of the VIIth that they had been betrayed. After Nael’s death, before the the Battle of Carteneau, Crassus revealed his betrayal. He killed the men and women he had fought beside as they made camp, awaiting word from van Baelsar about what would happen to them now. Felix was left for dead with them...Yet he didn’t die. Waking in the ruined camp, after his injuries, he pursued Crassus. He chased the man, mind set on revenge, all the way to Carteneau. Among the madmen of Nael’s legion, Crassus had been granted a senior command for his loyalty and destruction of the traitors, now known as Crassus tol Sintas. &lt;br /&gt;
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In the middle of the battle, Felix found him. They fought, but weakened, Felix was defeated, and Crassus fled before the moon would crush them all. Caught up in a struggle with adventurers, Felix refused to just accept his fate and wait there for the moon, for Bahamut, to kill him...When the adventurer he grappled with started to glow blue, swept up in some kind of spell, Felix was caught and dragged along with it. All he knew was darkness…&lt;br /&gt;
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When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Fortemps, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate--his third eye masked even to him by the magics that had swept him off of Carteneau, reinforcing the procedures done to him by the legions to hide it. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, for all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...That was enough for the Ishgardian to offer him aid, a place to rest and recover. He earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him. His skill was such that eventually he was even able to train with the dragoon--never quite accepted into their order, as a foreigner, just he learned some of their ways nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;
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Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he attempted to have Felix assassinated--the efforts failed, despite being attacked and thrown down the Witch Drop, and the man lived. Rather than return to those he fought beside, however, he took his lance and headed south.&lt;br /&gt;
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Efforts to parley with the Garleans were fruitless--he was considered a rogue soldier, spending five years AWOL behind Eorzean lines in their opinion, and a traitor to top it off, according to Crassus. Determine to gain revenge against the man, Felix started to work with the Grand Companies, hiding his true identity. He used them to try and find Crassus, knowing the man would be up to his old tricks, running a brutal subterfuge and assassination campaign. Trapped in a foreign and hostile land, his home denied to him, all Felix could do was hope he could obtain his revenge before he died.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet time amongst the Eorzeans slowly started to change his outlook on the people. And when in need once, in Ul’dah, he was pointed towards a free company known as the Order of the Sword and Rose. Although he didn’t expect to, he joined their ranks, and even more unexpected found a group he was willing to call friends and a place to call home. He fought beside them, albeit hiding his past from most of them. It was also in this time that he encountered another Garlean agent, who promised him a chance to win his place in the Empire back.&lt;br /&gt;
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His past would catch up with him, however, before anything could come to fruition. With Crassus directly attacking a number of Felix’s friends, he chose to leave, with little fanfare. Determine to face down Crassus once and for all, he failed, and ended up captured by the man. Taken into the bowels of the ruins of Dalamund that ran beneath Castrum Occidens, where Crassus was working towards an ultimate goal of finishing what Nael started, Felix only survived due to the previous, intervention of a Garlean scientist and technician he had encountered through his adventures with the Order (albeit, her methods of helping were quite questionable). What all happened in the ruins Felix refuses to speak about...It’s only known he emerged, and Crassus did not.&lt;br /&gt;
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But the mad tribune’s death was the final condition of Felix’s tentative welcome back into the legions. Instead of being allowed to return home, however, he was kept in Eorzea. He adventure for a time, as a mask to hide his Garlean operations, even briefly aiding in the formation of a new free company. An enterprise doomed to failure, he was on his own again soon enough, floating around from position to position with the various Grand Companies, keeping a low presence. When Ishgard opened its gates in a dire need for help, he was sent north, to reestablish ties with House Fortemps. A Garlean agent sent to the city long ago had stopped reporting in, and his task was to find out why...It was a task he never managed to complete, before either conflicts with dragons or constant new tasks.&lt;br /&gt;
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As tides shifted and changes, he was ultimately deactivated, mission cancelled and he became a sleeper agent once again. Occasional small tasks are sent his way, but for the most part, he's left to operate as he sees fit. On a recent return to Eorzea from the frozen wastes of Coerthas, he met up with old friend of the Order of the Sword and Rose again. Ultimately he ended up rejoining their ranks, come with it what may.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
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As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tries to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the eidolon threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
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===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
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===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade and sword, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* He can dance, and surprisingly well. Good luck getting him to, though.&lt;br /&gt;
::* He can hold his alcohol pretty damned well, and enjoys a good drink. While not picky, he does absolutely refuse to drink anything that comes from the Far East.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. Few know his true past. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A mission that exposed him to high concentrations of aetherical radiation and voidal energies has left him almost completely unable to have children. Odds are his family line ends with him, a fact that does weigh heavily on his mind at times.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Mother - Lillia Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Crassus tol Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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Felix claims he's finally killed the man, though won't share the details of the story.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Everyone Else===&lt;br /&gt;
'''Disclaimer:''' ''This is a work in progress, and I slowly get to do more IC. It's nothing personal if you don't see your character here--as Felix forms opinions on others, it'll end up here. Of course, if you think you should be here, just send me a message so I get my lazy butt in here and add your character.&lt;br /&gt;
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NOTE: These are all what Felix himself THINKS about characters, from his impressions IC or events IC. They do not, in any way, pass real judgment, insist upon canon facts, or enact on canonical in any way, shape, or form. They are purely impressions and personal opinions.''&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Konner Kincaid]]''' - The leader of the Order of the Sword and Rose. While the samurai's philosophies occasionally leave Felix scratching his head, he respects the man. ((Rest is WIP))&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[C'rhisi Tohbei]]''' - Felix's Marshall when he first joined the Order, he's ever since referred to her as 'Commander.' ((Rest is WIP))&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Zasha Hope]]''' - A young woman that is a little sister to him in all but blood. ((Rest is WIP))&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Ciel Wulfe]]''' - He's had little interaction with the elezen bard. While some passing conversation and reactions he's witnessed from her has him curious as to her history and affiliations, she strikes him as a loyal ally and a someone he's grateful to have at his back, and someone that could offer good counsel on matters he might not take to others...And the type of woman to take great pains not to get on the bad side of. &lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Deirdre Ta'ea]]''' - Another beautiful elezen he met through the Order, brought around one day by Quarimar. An interesting woman to be sure, her brusque and occasionally rude attitude hardly bothered him the way it bothered others. Their occasional talks showed that they might not be too different from one another, and after an incident in Mist, she's the only one in Eorzea that knows almost everything about him. They've not seen one another for many moons.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* &amp;quot;Felix is a good man.  I trust him.&amp;quot; - [[C'rhisi Tohbei]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;For some, 'tis never enough to bear pain and overcome it, it becomes as armor.  Would that we all could learn how it may shield us from further harm, and yet keep others away.&amp;quot; - [[Ciel Wulfe]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;You are asking of Felix? Why? What do you want? Go away, there is nothing you need to know.&amp;quot; - [[Deirdre Ta'ea]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Look, don't mistake my curiosity for disagreement, but who is he really?  He appears at Occidens one day and no one so much as blinks,  but for someone claiming such a rank he sure seemed relaxed.  Most in his position would use every opportunity to flaunt it.&amp;quot; - [[Glace Silencieuse]]&lt;br /&gt;
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FinalStrigon: /* Rumours */&lt;/p&gt;
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| caption = ''' &amp;quot;Know only this… this life is not worth squandering. Make it yours, make it more. Love so immensely, care so tenderly, breathe so deeply and see keenly. Do not let it slip through your fingers as I have, you will only find regret. Love… and never cease. Never stop wondering how tall the sky is.&amp;quot; '''&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_5_value = Scouting Unit Officer, Anchors of Solace&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Deirdre Ta'ea''' is a stunning Wildwood Elezen specializing in archery and the use of concealed, deadly weapons, most often daggers. While beautiful, lithe and agile she is by no means innocent. Cold, calculated and deadly she comes off to many people as unstable, which is indeed the correct assumption. Though she is highly misunderstood, and can be calm and warm under the right circumstances. She is prone to be more violent towards others because of her difficult past, and is often unpredictable with moods. Many cycles past the Battle of Cartenau, Deirdre has left her employment of a brothel called The Pearl, and is now wandering the lands of Eorzea once again, reuniting with friends from the past and forging new relationships.&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Given Name:'''  '''''Deirdre Ta'ea '[Dear-Dray  Tah-Eh]':''''' Her first name comes from an old tale of a woman who dies of a broken heart. Her last name comes from a long line of blacksmiths, her father's line, even though she has no talent for the craft and is the last of the name's lineage.&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Aliases/Nicknames:'''  '''''Snow:'''''  The codename Deirdre has been given on missions in her past, some know her only by this nickname and nothing else. This name was also used as her alias within the Pearl, and was the only name given to her patrons. '''''Deir:''''' The shortened version of her full name, this is used by close friends only and she will disapprove if used by strangers or people she does not trust.&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Current Residence:''' Limsa Lominsa, Mist. Ward 5 Plot 1.&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Marital Status:''' Single&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Sexuality:''' Heterosexual&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Religion:''' Follower of The Twelve, more recently she prays before Halone.&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Current IC Journal:''' http://weatheredjournal.wordpress.com/category/current-1577/ '''&amp;lt;-- *Last Entry: May 1st, 2013*'''&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Height:''' 5 fulms, 10 ilms - for an [[:category:Wildwood Elezen | Elezen]] she is fairly short helping her blend among the [[:category:Hyur | Hyur]] races, but stand out uniquely for her own kin. She usually stands slightly shorter than a tall male [[:category:Midlander Hyur | Midlander]].&lt;br /&gt;
:[[File:deirtima3.jpg|right|500x500px| (Art By CJ)]]&lt;br /&gt;
:'''Weight:''' 133 ponz - Thin-boned yet curvy, she has a round bottom and a handful of breast. Most of Deirdre’s weight is in her muscle, a toned stomach and arms, but most of the power actually resides in long, honed legs.&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Body:''' Even though she is very thin-framed Deirdre is by no means skinny. Round hips, perky chest and toned muscles, she is flexible and lithe. While more power resides in her legs from training and a gap remains between her thighs, her skill in archery also allows her arms a decent bulk of muscle. Despite having children, her stomach remains flat and toned due to her obsession with exercise and power. Her single, subtle structural flaw is improperly healed ribs on her left side, causing a bump in naked flesh, only noticeable by a keen eye, or intimate interactions.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Complexion:''' Pale, smooth, flawless skin shimmers in the light and glows in the dark. Deirdre is notorious for keeping her skin perfect, going to great lengths to rid herself of scars from her profession as a warrior, one would never tell by her skin of her profession. The only marks she bears are the beauty mark below her right eye and a diamond-shaped burn mark on the bottom of her right foot, a [[Garlemald | Garlean]] brand.&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Face:''' Thin, fine features and accented high cheekbones give Deirdre a very fair look. Sharp, icy-blue eyes are more than attentive, her vision keener than the average, rimmed with thick, heavy black eyelashes. Her nose is tiny, her chin is narrow and small, plump lips full and pouted, making her appear younger than her cycles.&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Hair:''' Azure strands weave and twist wildly when loose, hair as untamed as the woman. Her hair is usually only down when she is comfortable, or during an intimate moment. Otherwise, she keeps the long, unyielding locks of hair bound tightly on top of her head or braided, so it stays out of her way as she fights. Even still, her hair finds ways to escape the bonds and flirt about her cheeks. When wet, strands will curl all about thickly. Deirdre has not cut her hair in many, many cycles, making it uncontrollably lengthy. Secretly, she enjoys brushing and braiding her hair, and considers it a very intimate action if another does it for her.&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Fashion:''' Preferring more revealing clothes than most, Deirdre often sticks with high boots, tiny skirts or shorts and low-cut shirts for her normal dress, anything to draw attention to her curvaceous form. When in battle she dons more frequently tight leathers over her chest and arms, tight armoured leather boots. When needed, she will don simple clothes to blend in. If alone and relaxing, she is most often found wearing underwear and a loose, baggy shirt, or occasionally a loose cotton dress. Her preferred fabrics are leather or cotton.&lt;br /&gt;
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===&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#9ebfb9;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Behavior&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;===&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Voice:''' Smooth and seductive, her words are enunciated particularly, her speech holding a light touch of Northern accent.&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Demeanor:''' Towards other people Deirdre will often come about as rude and hostile. She is very protective and tends not to allow people close to her. She will often remain silent but attentive, usually coming off as offensive. To people she knows, Deirdre is less guarded but tends to be more on the icy side. Yet, when people get to know her and she opens up, Deirdre becomes an entirely different person. When this happens she is very docile and shy, and when truly relaxed and comfortable she is a happy woman, smiling more often. Though this takes an immense amount of patience and time, as it is not something that comes naturally to her, unlike her icy mask.&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Quirks:''' Deirdre is used to always having a knife on her, and if permitted one she will clutch on to it and refuse to let go. She is ambidextrous with weapons, but will only ever write with her right hand. Deirdre gets grumpier in the heat, and more docile in the cold. She will bite on her lower lip when aroused, thinking, or holding something back. She is racist towards Duskwight Elezen and Lalafell, and has no problem making that known. She is also very visual, and will believe what her eyes see over most anything else.&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Intelligence:''' Deirdre is fairly uneducated in basic schooling, as she never received a formal education. Any knowledge she possesses she learned either on her travels, from particular missions or undercover roles. She excels more in street and battlefield knowledge and knows little beyond the basics of crafts or literature, over what she needs to survive. She can speak, write and read Eorzean well, but there are often occasions she uses incorrect words, or simply ignores or pass off comments if she does not understand the words being used. She has a particularly difficult time understanding individuals with heavy accents or slang. She has no patience for scholar studies, seeing them as less important than the skill of battle. More recently Deirdre has become obsessed with books, and has a secret love for tomes in the categories of history and religion. Though she will not readily admit this, she adores diving in to vast tomes of unknown information, but sometimes will require help with Eorzean words she does not recognize.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:[[File:deir_halone.png|center|880x700px| (Art By Mtoto - Deirdre portrayed as Halone, The Fury)]]&lt;br /&gt;
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==&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#6789a7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Combat&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;==&lt;br /&gt;
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===&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#9ebfb9;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;General&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;===&lt;br /&gt;
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:[[File:Deir3.jpg|right|342x407px| (Art By Siobhain)]]&lt;br /&gt;
:'''Style''': Deirdre is a very offensive fighter and prefers quick, deadly attacks than slower, stronger ones. She will usually hit for something vital quickly, and in failing that trying to flurry her opponents in to submission. With her skills in archery though she is the opposite, preferring to be as far away as possible when she fires, with her angle, position, or velocity mattering little. Though her tactics vary with the opponent, she is very observatory and will adapt herself to the situation. &lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Specialization''': Ranged attacks with a bow and arrow from great or close distances, close up encounters with a lightweight dagger never longer than her forearm, range with a spear (and only one with some kind of cross-guard), light forms of magic usually in the element of ice and distraction/diversion methods. More recently, Deirdre has begun showing the ability to create weapons from her icy aetheric energy.&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Strengths''': Extremely close combat or surprise attacks. Deirdre is startlingly good at taking her opponents off guard with precise blows and an endless pool of energy. She is also excellent with intensely ranged attacks, assisted by the keen eyes of her kin and a finely tuned longbow.&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Weaknesses''': Deirdre is very weak against heavily armoured attackers with big weapons, though she will try to use her speed to counter this. She is durable, but not overly so, so one or two big hits could end most of her ability to fight. Her ears are also one of her weaknesses, she does not have good hearing to begin with unless she truly focuses on listening, but even still she relies more on her eyes. It is also easy to put Deir in a blooded frenzy, making her more careless than usual. She is not hard to rile up in most situations, which is why she is easily provoked and ends up attacking people randomly.&lt;br /&gt;
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:'''Armour''': Her armour varies on her state, but most often she is clad in leathers and usually nothing heavier than scale. She prefers high leather boots with a minimal amount of plating or cloth strapped in leather guarding. Her gloves are usually thin and tight, a tiny bit of metal plating hidden underneath to guard her wrists and forearms from damage. If preparing for a particularly difficult battle, she will sometimes wear light chain beneath her leathers.&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#bed3d6;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; Wimps&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#9fafbf;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''Favourite Food/Drink:''' Wild berries and tea&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#9fafbf;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''Least Favourite Creature:''' [[The Primals | Primals]]&lt;br /&gt;
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==&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#6789a7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Relationships&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;==&lt;br /&gt;
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===&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#9ebfb9;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Family&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;===&lt;br /&gt;
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: '''Father: Nichiel Ta'ea - (Deceased) -''' Her father was her role model, an accomplished blacksmith who made finery for chocobos specifically, among other things. He was the one always encouraging Deirdre to be a free spirit and passed his unruly nature on to her, along with her azure locks. As a youth he belonged to a rebellious gang in the cities, known to many as a talented thief who would hang around with scum. It was not until his father died from a tragic accident that he inherited the family farm and changed his ways, becoming an outstanding citizen. Before Deirdre was born, Nichiel took in a young Miqo'te boy as his apprentice, inducting Ban as part of the family. Nichiel passed on when their village was attacked, slain while attempting to protect his families escape.&lt;br /&gt;
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: '''Mother: Raien Ta'ea - (Deceased) -''' Deirdre's mother hated her most of her life, teaching her a hard lesson; that you cannot trust even those most close to you. She often received physical and mental abuse from the woman, causing Deirdre's extreme introversion. Raien was a woman from the cities who married her first love, a bad-boy from a gang who promised her all the jewels and dresses she could want. This, of course, did not come true, and after her husband inherited his father's farmland and she was forced to become a country-wife. Quickly, she grew bitter towards her life and often took this out on her daughter. She only had one live child after miscarrying a son. After the village was destroyed Raien found she had a second chance at the life she always wanted and sold her daughter so she could have the gil to return to the socialite life she lived before marrying Nichiel. Cycles later she seeks Deirdre out in [[Ul'dah]], desperate to marry her off in to a rich family to continue her gluttonous ways. She ends up slaughtered in an alley, killed by her daughter's brutal and unforgiving hand, having threatened to sell Deirdre's children like she had done to her daughter many cycles before.&lt;br /&gt;
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: '''Brother: [[Bancroft Gairn]] – (36 Cycles) –''' A dark haired Moonkeeper Miqo'te and Deirdre's adopted older brother, seven cycles her senior. Ban was taken in by her father as a smithing apprentice and lived with their family her whole childhood. Deirdre looked up to Ban, and the two were inseparable, the young girl often choosing to sleep with her older brother than in her own bed. The last time she saw him was sixteen suns ago, and thought him to be dead alongside her father, though he was not present when the village was attacked and ultimately destroyed. Deirdre regards Ban as one of the only men she ever loved beside her father, and is extremely loyal to him.&lt;br /&gt;
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: '''Son: Crane Ta'ea - (9 Cycles) -''' The older of Deirdre's twin boys. Crane and his brother were born in [[Garlemald]], before Deirdre came over to Eorzea. Their father was an Elezen Imperial Guard named Bonnric Kaa, who found his way in to Deirdre's bed; they never spoke. The truth behind their conception seems rather buried. Personality wise, Crane is the more adventurous of the two. He has short raven black hair and icy blue eyes. He currently lives with his mother and brothers, along with an older Keeper nanny.&lt;br /&gt;
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: '''Son: Cygnus Ta'ea - (9 Cycles) -''' The younger of Deirdre's twins, Cygnus is the quieter of the two boys. He has long raven hair usually tied back, and blood red irises. He also shows an early affinity for ice elemental magic. He currently lives with his mother and brothers, along with an older Keeper nanny.&lt;br /&gt;
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: '''Son: Falke Ta'ea - (7 Cycles) -''' Deirdre's youngest son. Falke's father is her previous lover [[Shurin Mizune]]. Falke's hair is azure like his mothers but short, his eyes also her icy hue. Falke follows after his brothers, and has adopted a very adventurous personality. He currently lives with his mother and brothers, along with an older Keeper nanny.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:[[File:nichiel.png|left|350x350px| (Art By Xenedra - Nichiel)]]&lt;br /&gt;
:[[File:deirkidlets.png|center|700x400px| (Art By Xenedra - Deirdre with her children Falke (left), Crane (center), and Cygnus (right))]]&lt;br /&gt;
:[[File:BanDeircuddle1.jpg|center|668x500px| (Art By Deirdre - Deirdre and Bancroft)]]&lt;br /&gt;
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===&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#9ebfb9;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Player Character Standings&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;===&lt;br /&gt;
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:''Please note: The below list constantly changes. Character names will appear on the list if Deirdre has some regard of them, and they may move in categories. If Deirdre does not think much of a character or has forgotten they existed, the character's name will be removed from the list.''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#8f8377;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;●&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''[[Endricane Feltaro]]''' - A lover from Deirdre's past come back again. Initially falling in to his bed when she was just fifteen, Deirdre clung to the Highlander as a sort of stability during her years as a foot soldier for the Empire. Deirdre did care for him, though her feelings were never fully realised because of her mental instability at the time. He has been missing for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#4e9362;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;●&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#000000;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;♥&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''[[Felix Drake]]''' - A Highlander Deirdre met while staying with OS&amp;amp;R. Deirdre and Felix are close companions, and seem to share some secrets between them. Currently, Felix is renting out Deirdre's basement and is the leader of the company she works for.&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#4e9362;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;●&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''[[Gospel Gestalt]]''' - Deirdre and Gospel met after a chance encounter in one of Deirdre's less lucid moments. After awkward conversation, fixing her dislocated arm and lending her a tome, Deirdre has decided she enjoys Gospel's company and although he may not enjoy it, she will seek his company out again. He is also responsible for her on again off again drug addiction. &lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#4e9362;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;●&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#000000;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;♥&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''[[Klarimel Surtsthalsyn]]''' - A Roegadyn who Deirdre was imprisoned across from in 1574. The two had a mutually beneficial arrangement, and after some time she grew to like the man dubbed as 'Big Red'. She thinks of him fondly.&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#4e9362;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;●&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''[[Mtoto Wamoto]]''' -  The previous Commander of the Eorzean Guard. While Deirdre does not fully agree with Mtoto on most occasions, she still respects her. Deirdre would follow the woman to the end of time and to her death. She recently left Mtoto’s company, disagreeing with the change of leadership and has not seen her in some time.&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#4e9362;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;●&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#F02311;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;♥&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#000000;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;♥&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''[[Navei Asue]]''' - A Hyur Deirdre was very fond of, and has harboured as a fugitive from others. She would not hesitate to protect him or kill for him. The two seemed very close despite hardly every being seen together. Deirdre believed Navei to be dead, but found this to be untrue after their meeting in The Sanctum of The Twelve. There, they sparred and sparked renewed feelings. After saving her life she tried desperately to conceal her feelings for him, losing touch before meeting again, and joining up under the same banner.&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#4e9362;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;●&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''[[Quarimar Baenund]]''' - A Duskwight Elezen Deirdre has met on multiple occasions. Well, not really met, more like forced her way in to his life, in the hopes he would decode a book she found. After her continued visits the two fell in to a relationship, which they both seem to hide. They communicate poorly, but even if they are fighting, neither one seems to talk bad or wish ill of the other. Quarimar is the reason of Deirdre's exposure to OS&amp;amp;R.&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#8f8377;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;●&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''[[Selene Artemis]]''' - After a chance encounter with Selene, and learning how to fold paper boats from the woman, Deirdre initially believed she was a figment of her imagination.  They have not made contact in many cycles.&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#4e9362;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;●&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#000000;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;♥&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''[[Tim'a Fei]]''' - A Moonkeeper Miqo'te Deirdre met while buying good in the Black Market. As a result of their tense interactions, Deirdre regards him fondly and has plans to meet with him again. She does wonder where he has gotten off to.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;padding:10px 35px; background:#b6b9b9;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Stab List&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/h3&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#C24640;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;●&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''[[Alothia Starkwood]]''' - A longer standing acquaintance of Deirdre, though the two were once at odds over Oskar. More recently, Deirdre has grown a distaste for the woman, specifically after Deirdre's confrontation of Para. Secretly, Deirdre loathes how perfect Alothia seems, and has thought of killing her as a result. She is determined to stay far away from the woman for now.&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#C24640;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;●&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''[[Eva Ianeira]]''' - Deirdre and Eva have grown apart. Eva has helped Deir through some troubled times and even assisted in birthing Falke. Deirdre will go out of her way to avoid her because she believes the woman loathes her for leaving Everwatch, and her extreme disregard of any attempt Deirdre made to repair their relationship. They have not made contact in many cycles, and Deirdre would not go out of her way to seek Eva out again.&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#C24640;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;●&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''[[K'anko Tia]]''' - A Seeker who Deirdre has had conflicting feelings over. The two fought briefly in Limsa Lominsa, and after trading wounds she made off with his pendant, which was eventually returned. The two of them seem very similar in many ways, and hold a thick sexual tension between them. She enjoys becoming violent around the man, and they seem to have a strange relationship. She does not think he really cares to understand her, and bounces between wanting to kill him, and wanting to be closer to him. She has not seen him in some time, nor has lingering thoughts of the Seeker.&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#C24640;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;●&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''[[Kale Aideron]]''' - A Highlander man Deirdre continues to be conflicted by. While he acts pushy and stubborn, his arrogance and rude comments push Deirdre away, making her think he is just a small child someone forgot to beat. She was glad of his departure from the Order.&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#C24640;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;●&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''[[Konner Kinkaid]]''' - The leader of OS&amp;amp;R. Deirdre no longer respects Konner for abusing her loyalty and asking things of her she no longer wished to do. This is part of the reason she left the Order.&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#C24640;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;●&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''[[Oskar Helvig]]''' - Previously lovers, these two are always at odds. Deirdre tricked him in to thinking he was the father of Falke when Shurin had left her to pursue his past and duty, so she could cling to some stability and have a safe place during her pregnancy. Before this, Deirdre and Oskar often fought to the point of scrapping, breaking bones and causing serious injury. Currently, Deirdre hardly thinks of the man, and he is one of the contributing factor to her racism towards Duskwight Elezen. She has been told he is dead.&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#8f8377;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;●&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''[[Remilia Levana]]''' - A friend of Gospel and Bancroft. Deirdre became fond of the woman after they bonded over a wound and washcloth. Deirdre opened up to the woman unexpectedly, but trusts her because of her relationship with Gospel.&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#C24640;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;●&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''[[Rhio Aldul]]''' - A woman missing from her life who she held a high regard for. After meeting up with her again after 6 cycles at the Gala, Deirdre is wary of the woman, even more after her experiences in Mtoto’s company. She will not go out of her way to interact with the woman again, despite Rhio's repeated attempts to connect with Deirdre.&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#C24640;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;●&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''[[Shurin Mizune]]''' - Deirdre's former lover and the father of one of her children. The two had been together for quite a while, having met in the forests of the Black Shroud during a Sanctus Refero meeting that Deirdre accidentally walked in on. Shurin saved her from a man pursuing her and gave her shelter for the night, little knowing she was hiding her infant sons. From then on they spent little time apart, adventuring through Eorzea from Sanctus Refero to the Eorzean Guard. Shurin is one of the only people who really understood Deirdre personality-wise, as well as her past and what made her who she is. Due to conflicts in their relationship, a great rift has grown between the two despite their feelings. Having originally thought he was dead after an incident at the Mavanix Gala, Deirdre sees Shurin alive one last time before she is swept away in aether. Shurin is one of the few men Deirdre has ever truly loved. After finding out he was truly dead she went through many lengths to contact him, and ended up trying to kill herself on his blade. Nearly succeeding and left to die by Shurin, Navei saves her. She promised to begin letting go of Shurin, and vowed never to seek him out again.&lt;br /&gt;
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: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#C24640;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;●&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; '''[[Yssen Van]]''' - Deirdre and Yssen have met on several occasions. More recently due to his relationship with his sister Ysa, Deirdre does not trust him and is extremely wary. He is one of the contributing factors to her racism towards Duskwight Elezen. After kidnapping and selling him to a strange woman who approached her, Deirdre came in to enough money to prevent her from whoring. Yssen does not know this however, and attacked Deirdre after escaping his captors. The two are again mortal enemies despite various positive and negative interactions.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#6789a7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Rumours&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;==&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#c2d5cb;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Common Rumours ''(Easily overheard)''&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c2d5cb;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Pretty 'lil thing, that one, costs a fair bit 'o gil too. I wonder if it's true that they call 'er 'Snow' because she'll melt in yer hand?'' - '''Aged Highlander'''&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c2d5cb;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;That one? Beautiful, yes… I heard the Madame tell the men she's foreign, but I just can't place it myself. I guess she’s left the brothel?&amp;quot; - '''Lurking Dunesfolk'''&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c2d5cb;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Always down for doin' a sailin' man a favour, she is. Begs me to tell her stories of the sea each time, cheap price to pay from what I 'ere.&amp;quot; - '''Seawolf Pirate'''&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c2d5cb;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;She plays the harp often but I have heard her sing as well, a voice as enchanting as her eyes…&amp;quot; - '''Maelstrom Midlander'''&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c2d5cb;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I heard she was born like in one of those fairy tales! Her mum wanted a child, so a sorceress carved her one out of ice n' that girl came inta bein'! That’s what the men be sayin’!&amp;quot; - '''Gossiping Lalafell Housewife'''&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#c3c1bd;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Moderate Rumours ''(Moderately difficult to overhear)''&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c3c1bd;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I hear she has children! Never seen them myself, but I just bet she doesn't even know the father!&amp;quot; - '''Snooty Duskwight'''&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c3c1bd;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Saw her down by the docks with them pirates… you think she’s one of ‘em?&amp;quot; - '''Curious Highlander'''&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c3c1bd;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Yeah, I've made a few things for that Elezen on the request of her Madame … huh? NO! Nothing like THAT! I'm not a pervert!!!&amp;quot; - '''Crafty Midlander'''&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c3c1bd;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Doesn’t she look expensive? I wonder where she keeps all that gil…” - '''Jumpy Wildwood'''&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c3c1bd;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;There’s something foreign about her… I think I saw her glaring at us earlier…” – '''Cross Duskwight'''&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#c4b5bb;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Rare Rumours ''(Very difficult or rarely overheard)''&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c4b5bb;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;The night she came here she was all ragged and dirty, blood all over her, we had to scrub it out of her flesh and hair. She won't speak about what happened or why she joined us, in fact she hardly speaks to any of us at all. She was the only one of us without debts, and then she just up and left!”- '''Gossipy Seeker Courtesan'''&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c4b5bb;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I never got a chance myself… the Madame told me she doesn't like Lalafells…&amp;quot; - '''Paranoid Plainsfolk'''&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c4b5bb;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Snow? She’s gone now, and business has never been slower! If ye see ‘er, drag her back here will ye?&amp;quot; - '''Frowning Hellsguard Guard'''&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c4b5bb;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;No girl! Make sure that gil for Snow is sent to the Cottage in Coerthas! The one south of Ish- Oh! Sir, how can I help you?&amp;quot; - '''Madame Le'deu'''&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#c0a2b0;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;PC Rumours ''(Rumours written by other Player Characters. If you wish to write a rumour, just go ahead and do so, make sure it's IC!)''&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c0a2b0;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;She once led a man on for quite a while to protect herself and her children. Can't say I really blame her, and that bastard deserved it, if you ask me.&amp;quot; - '''[[Xenedra Ambreaus]]'''&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c0a2b0;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;She tried to stab me when we first met. She is clearly crazy. I have a soft spot when it comes to crazy though. Go figure.&amp;quot; - '''[[Yssen Van]]'''&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c0a2b0;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Blue ain't the type to back down, even from me. That doesn't say much for her smarts, but she's a brave little thing. Not bad on the eyes, either.&amp;quot; - '''[[Klarimel Surtsthalsyn]]'''&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c0a2b0;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I pray to the Twelve that she finds peace. That woman needs it more than most...&amp;quot; - '''[[Alothia Starkwood]]'''&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c0a2b0;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;She is precious sister with much love. Could not protect once before but will not be failing again. Cannot lose her, may never see again..&amp;quot; - '''[[Bancroft Gairn]]'''&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c0a2b0;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Her eyes. Her eyes pierce your soul. Those icy coloured... Gah. I shudder just thinking about it.&amp;quot; - '''[[Paradyme Capellago]]'''&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c0a2b0;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Aye, it's unfortunate I didn't get to know her well while we were both in OS&amp;amp;R. She was truly beautiful, inside and out.&amp;quot; - '''[[Aerostein Epitaph]]'''&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#c0a2b0;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A woman who's deserved much more than she's been granted. She's more like to put a dagger between my ribs than accept so, but I'll show her yet a world worthy of all she's done.&amp;quot; - '''[[Felix Drake]]'''&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;padding:10px 25px; background:#a19da1;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Things You Can't Possibly Know ''(But I want you to know OOCly)''&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#a19da1;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; Deirdre's mental condition can be labeled as [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schizoaffective_disorder Schizoaffective Disorder]&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#a19da1;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; She is afraid of getting her hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#a19da1;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; She is very attracted to Highlander males.&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#a19da1;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; She is shy around Miqo'te males, but more attracted to them than Highlanders, but only Keepers.&lt;br /&gt;
: &amp;lt;font style=&amp;quot;color:#a19da1;&amp;quot; size=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;■&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; She is a poor swimmer.&lt;br /&gt;
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==&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#6789a7;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;History/Timeline&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;==&lt;br /&gt;
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''Born in a small town populated with Wildwood Elezen.''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;spoiler&amp;gt;Deirdre was born on a cold moon to a simple couple, her father a blacksmith and her mother a seamstress. This was their first child, graced with her father's hair and mothers’ eyes. As a babe she was naturally curious, open and excited with the approach of someone she did not know.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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''The woman's cries were heard through the small village, screams of pain that no villager turned their ears from. Inside of a small candlelit room the woman lay, sweat soaking her nightgown. At her side a friend held her hand, at the other one dabbed her forehead with a small handmade cotton cloth. Between her legs the doctor, pushing on her protruding belly, urging the source of pain from the woman.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Rai!&amp;quot; A man cried, bursting through the door. He had just received the news and ran from his anvil, still wearing his filthy apron. Stripping of it and his light laced shirt exposing every toned muscle, he washed his hands and face before approaching his wife, taking her hand in place of the girl.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nichiel!&amp;quot; she wailed, looking towards him, &amp;quot;Its coming!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He gripped her hand harder, stroking her deep brown hair. &amp;quot;I know my love.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Push!&amp;quot; Cried the doctor, greying hair escaping their ties and matting to a sweat-soaked forehead. He had delivered these two parents, and their child was next.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She screamed and pushed, her husband cooed, the two women to the side exchanged frantic looks.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A healthy set of lungs, the babe screamed for the entire village. Without wrapping her, the doctor handed the tiny girl to her father, whose job it was to take care of the rest. He cut the umbilical cord with one of his own knives, taking the little one over to an awaiting basin as the other man cleaned up Raien.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She was so tiny and frail, he thought as he washed birth from her, a daughter he would protect. Fingers skimmed through her tiny tuft of azure hair, the strong man in awe. She stopped screaming as she opened her tiny eyes, starring up at her father with the same colour orbs, now in such a different world than she had been in.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Bringing the tiny one wrapped and clean over to her mother he handed her off, moving up on the bed to wrap his arms around mother and child.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;A girl...&amp;quot; he whispered, once strong voice taken with emotion.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;A girl...&amp;quot; she repeated, fingertips gliding against fresh, pink skin. &amp;quot;A name...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Silence fell for a long while, parent in awe with the child sleeping in their arms.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Deirdre.&amp;quot; her father spoke with finality, &amp;quot;Deirdre Ta'ea.&amp;quot;''&amp;lt;/spoiler&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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'''&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color: Teal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;(1554) 5 Cycles'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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''Fell from a tree, breaking three right ribs. This event turned her from a tom-boy to a girl.''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;spoiler&amp;gt;They ran for ages most suns, clothes laid with dirt, hair wild and unbound. She was the only girl among them, but with an unremarkable frame, she could have easily been a young boy. There was no place for her with the other girls, tea parties and dresses, soft giggles and hair with ribbons. She wanted to be free like the boys, always up to something, always exploring.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Dee! Such ah sluhhhhh pokeeeee!&amp;quot; One of the boys called from the front. She picked up the pace as they skittered around trees and over fallen logs, usually the fastest of the group.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahm goin' ta win!&amp;quot; Her higher voice called, shaking thoughts from her head.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After being cast aside by the other girls, she had tried to coax her father to let her watch him smith. But, a forge was no place for a child, so being with these unruly boys was her only other option.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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True to her word, the smallest of them all with wild azure curls did win, reaching their meeting spot before the others. The forest of their mountains was dense, the soft orange light of the setting sun slid around them. None of them wanted to return home, not even for the meal bound to be waiting.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There was too much fun to be had, too much excitement.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Once they had caught their breath, a boy by the name of Zhaich with sharp-tipped ears, banged on the thick waist of the tree before them. It was older than all of their parents, perhaps their parent-parents, but they all knew likely not older than their parents-parents-grandparents. That was just too old.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The race ain't oveh!&amp;quot; he proclaimed, pointing up in to the treetops, &amp;quot;The 'irst teh the top of it, is deh 'inner!&amp;quot; They hooted and howled, shoving at each other for a decent hold. Icy eyes locked on the very tip-top.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Scratching up all manner of exposed skin against the bark, many dropped out after the first branch, either afraid of pain or the dizzying height of it. Instead, cheers rose up. Hoots and hollers resounded as the remaining few jumped for a branch, ascended the twisting wood.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Feeling her sandal slip from her foot she looked down for the first time and watched it softly thud at the base. Gripping tighter to the branch she held she steadied herself.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What's wrong Dee?!&amp;quot; a call came from up higher, Ges, just above her.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuh in mah way!&amp;quot; She shouted back, rising and leaping for the branch the boy had been looking to switch too, tiny un-worked hands grasping the rough skin of the tree. Flipping herself up she focused back on her goal, nearly halfway there, but that was when it all went wrong.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The snap of the branch below her feet echoed through the forest, ringing against all of their tiny ears. She did not even hear the sound of air rushing past her as she fell, but as her tiny body dropped and twisted for position she saw the ground rushing up to meet her. As the blackness took hold of the small girl, the boys panicked. No longer was their race to the top important. Gathered around her they tried to shake her awake, but she did not stir. Surely she was dead! The wrath of their parents would be great, but the boys knew the wrath of the little girl's father was worse. They could not say she died while with them! &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Running home they left her in the dark...&amp;lt;/spoiler&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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'''&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color: Teal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;(1555) 6 Cycles'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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''Began showing a talent for dance and began to learn the art. Her brother is stillborn.''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;spoiler&amp;gt;She remembered the house once filled with wonderful smells, fresh flowers and shining vases and trinkets. Now, it was only filled with her mother's weeping. It was as if a deep shadow was constantly cast, darkness creeping around the wooden furniture. Her brother had just been born, and subsequently perished. She did not understand why... why her mother cried, why her father locked himself in his forge... why she was left alone.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Suns she listened to nothing but that weeping, but did not cry herself. The Twelve had taken him back, they had plans for him... but her mother had forgotten the Gods had happily left her a daughter...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Much time had passed before he has decided to do anything, and by then she had already settled in to the role her mother left vacant for her. Cleaning, cooking and tending to the garden were her main past times. Her father and Ban spent their time in the forge, her mother weeping in her room. It was one sun really, that made the difference in her lonely existence. She had brought them lunch, the same as every other sun, but this time her brother had followed her to the garden, towering over the little girl his shadow protecting her from the harsh days light.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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He took her down to the river, hoisted up on his back. An odd pair they made, Ban being the only one in the village of another race. Originally, the others were harsh to him, had not accepted her father’s decision... but that was before she was born. Often, as family would do, they bathed together. This sun was different, it was a time for forgetting... for relaxing and laughter, for she was too young to forget such feelings.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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''Her mother begins to abuse her. She meets a Highlander Hyur named Cade Alun.''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;spoiler&amp;gt;Highlanders were a common sight in their tiny town. Directly upon a trade route to the seas, they saw these large men often, and Deirdre was quite familiar with them. One sun after the snow had melted enough for caravans, they came. Oft they stopped here for food, stories and company. Despite the crude manners and often brutish appearance of the men, they were welcomed with open arms. The town received the best goods in exchange for the hospitality, adding their own business with the men.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This is where she met a man who changed her life. Of age and built like any of his kind, Cade was constantly beside his father, tending to any matter that needed handling. Tie the loads, strap the chocobos, and fetch the goods. He obeyed before his father even spoke a command, truly following in his giant steps. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She was used to watching from the side, as it was oft the men who took care of any dealings. So she observed, watched as her father spoke with Cade's father, who was so big it seemed he could lift a whole chocobo over his shoulder! Cade stood at his father’s side, straight as a post and looking as if nothing could move him. His eyes, on the other hand, wandered often over towards her... she could almost feel them. Her own father, laughing heartily as he often did with his ponytail draping down his back. At his own side stood Ban, with his dark raven hair, swishing tail and swiveling ears. He looked every part not Nichiels son... but acted as if he was.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She could not hear them, but watched the boys exchange greetings. Soon after, apparently asking permissions of both adults, Cade wandered over to her, watched by the cautious eyes of Ban.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Kneeling to compensate for their height difference, he slid a flower of white in her wild hair before shifting fingers through and smiling.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Greetings, lovely girl.&amp;quot; He smiled, face hardened by the sun but honest. She shied, unused to the direct attention.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hello...&amp;quot; she mumbled, eyes cast upon his feet, equally worked as the hand holding her own. Her own delicate hand was pale and dwarfed by his own tanned one.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What is your name?&amp;quot; He asked, head tilting as eyes tried to lock with her own.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Deirdre Ta'ea...&amp;quot; her voice lowered even more.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My name is Cade Alun, may I call you Deir?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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''First trip out of the village with her father.''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So many sights, sounds and smells for her. The city was overwhelming; she hardly understood how so many people could live all in the same place.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Her father traded metal and jewels there for his smithing. Bartered, argued and laughed with so many people who seemed to know him by name. The world was so much bigger off the mountain she called home... what else was out there?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/spoiler&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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''Taught disciplines of a woman. Learns how to read, write and sew.''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;spoiler&amp;gt;The crack of the rod snaps each of the young girls to attention, competing to sit straighter, legs neatly to the side. Heads bow, hands folded neatly in their laps as the tall, tanned woman stood over Deirdre. In her ears glittered silver bumps, clashing with her muted brown irises.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You see this scrawling? This, scratch upon a page? Your penmanship looks like a farmhand took up a piece of coal!&amp;quot; Smacking the desk again to firm her point, each girl jumped. Ears drooped, Deir remained silent. &amp;quot;Rewrite it. A hundred times if you must, until your hands bleed. A lady does not leave scratches upon a page! She leaves flowing artwork!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Holding back those tears she succumbed, letting them slide down her cheeks. She'd never really done anything deserving of a scolding as such... learning to be a woman and do well in her coming of age ceremony was going to cause her a lot more tears than that.&amp;lt;/spoiler&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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''A visit of soldiers to her village who are subsequently turned away.  Her dance instructor teaches her to speak properly, and she begins to lose her country accent.''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Her mother had told her just that sun that if she managed to be good at the dancing, like her teacher continued to say, she just might be able to earn enough gil to be someone. Deirdre always thought she was someone, but apparently she couldn't be without the gil her mother obsessed over, the gil she hoarded and tucked away in the bottom drawer of her little wooden vanity when she thought no one was looking.&lt;br /&gt;
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And so she practiced, balancing on the fence posts barefoot, padding along each vertical board to the nest, arms out wide to keep her stable. She had fallen a few times already, bruising up the long gangly legs uncovered by her shorts; this practice was no different from climbing trees, and she loved to climb trees.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As she rounded one of the barns adjacent to her practice fence, the murmuring voices became louder, distracting her, and she fell in to the crops with a soft thunk and rustle of grain.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ow…&amp;quot; came the grumble afterwards from the little Elezen, poking her head out of the crops to grab on to the fence, but stopping as bright blue eyes catch the scene near her, close to the mouth of the road that was the entrance to her village.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You are required to house us, by law!&amp;quot; the deep, angry voice bellowed, a line of the men from the village, farmers, faced off with a few men clad in metal. They looked like monsters to her little mind, metal monsters she had never before seen.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We will not be hosts to the soldiers that terrorize our lands, do you not think we have not heard what you do across the lands? Once you're done eating our winter stores you'll burn our homes and rape our women! Turn back, and find another village!&amp;quot; Deirdre knew the man who was speaking, he was the eldest son of the family who took care of the village, her father had told her they had been here in the very beginning, and it is because of them we have a nice home, warm blankets and food.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The eldest son spit at the shiny metal monster, and he didn't like that very much.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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He raised something from his belt, shiny like a sword, except this spat fire, and made a sudden loud noise that hurt even her ears. Ducking down back in to the grain she covered her ears and closed her eyes… and the rest was whispered prayer.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Fjorn, the son who had spit, was shot with something they called a 'pistol'. They said he was going to lose a leg, but that he was foolish and brave for doing so. They conflicted, wondering if the shiny monsters would return, but her father did not call them monsters, they were called 'Imperial scum'.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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'' 'Borrows' a chocobo from her father's stable and goes joy-riding. Participates in a 'coming of age' ceremony.''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes… she just had to do these things she wasn't supposed to. It was just… fun. She didn't want to sit at home and learn how to mend her ripped clothes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So, that was how she ended up on the back of Bastion, a young chocobo who often kicked his stall door open and steal the others feed bags, only to torment the other birds in her father's flock. She could never imagine moving so quickly, riding down the dusty, dry trails, lonely with shadows in the darkening bell. Azure locks, curly and unruly, whip against her face as the young Elezen tries to keep her seat against the gait of the chocobo, who only wanted to run.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Holding a rein in each hand she raises her arms, closing her eyes for what seemed like forever… falling… falling… falling… it was a glorious feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
Then, tension in the bird below her brought her back to her senses, snapping eyes open. They were mid-air.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Screaming all she could do was lean forward, grip the feathers at the neck of her steed, and hold on for dear life. A weightless feeling, euphoria, dizziness…&lt;br /&gt;
A moment later they were back on the ground, running again, safe… alive…&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sitting back up, catching her breath, heart pounding so heavy in her chest, she looked back only to see a log. Just a log. A fallen tree… her bird had jumped it. That was it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tilting her head back she screams again, with sheer excitement, her grin forever erasable in that very moment, her free reined bird kwehing in response.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She always wanted to feel that way, from that very moment. Forever.&amp;lt;/spoiler&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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''Village attacked and taken over by returning soldiers. Deirdre and her mother flee and escape the lands from caravan to caravan. Exposed to all other races through this travel. Soon after her mother sells her in order to begin a new, lavish lifestyle.''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Never letting go of her mother’s hand she had to look back, the orange and red streaks licking at the winter’s sky, tasting it, ash falling like so many evil snowflakes. A deafening hum over the lands, endless, blanketed her whole village… it was the sounds of their homes crumbling. So far behind, even her keen eyes could not see though she knew what they should. The men fighting, steel on steel, the cracking boom of munitions and the screams of the dying. Her father was there… fighting… dying…&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She wanted to run back, but her mother continued to drag her down the snowy slope, clad in only her nightgown. Other women were around them, friends and neighbours, names and faces they knew… running for their lives.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It seemed like forever, reaching the bottom of the hill soaked to the bone. The huddled group of women all looking up at their homes, their village. Finally released from her mother’s deadly grasp, Deirdre turned back, trying to scramble back the way they came. “Father! Brother!”&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She only screamed for him louder when she was pulled back, the tears frozen on her cheeks, throat coated in ice in the dark winter eve. They were all weeping, women and children alike, shivering together in the cold barely dressed in more than night-shifts.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In truth, she did not know where her brother was. Yes, her father was up there with the others, but her brother had left weeks earlier to trade in the cities. He was due back any sun, and could have easily been up there with the other men. It was all so confusing, so frightening. One tick bled in to the next, even the past suns seem blurred and gone to the moment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Their wailing must have echoed, like things were known to in the mountains. The soldiers heard, or at least a few, a group of five coming to the edge of the village to look down. One raised, as if to point, and another crack of munitions pierced their ears, sending one of the children in to a bloody heap backwards, motionless in the snow.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They were sitting dodos.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
All at once there was a flurry of motion, each person for themselves. They scattered, leaves on the wind as more shots echoed out. It was a blur, her thin arm being grasped by her mother, hauled along past the little boy staining the snows red, and his mother who did not leave, screaming over his dead body, clutching it feebly. More dropped around them, but they were faceless smears.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In to the trees they went like doe, scampering over logs and around rocks, anything to escape… to survive…&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The tears were clouding her eyes, she lost sight of the other women, and it was only her mother dragging her along after some time. Were the soldiers following? Where would they hide? Where had the others gone? She was so cold… endlessly cold…&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The rest was just a haze, and not matter show she tried she couldn’t remember. Perhaps she had fainted… or knocked her head. Regardless, the next she remembered was her bottom hurting, as the trail was awfully bumpy.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sitting in the back of a chocobo cart, the gate down and her thin little legs hanging over the edge. It was suns later yet she was still clad in her night-shift, feet bare and a thin blanket around her shoulders limply. Disorientated, she looked over her shoulder at her mother sitting with the driver. She was clad in heavy furs, new clothes… and looked like nothing had ever happened. So used to the cold now the young girl only turned back and hung her head, wanting to cry but finding no tears left.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A short time later the cart comes to an abrupt halt, nearly knocking the frail girl off the end. A man approaches, his house is near the little pathway, but Deirdre does not look up to greet him. Her mother does though, chatting happily in the voice she usually reserved for teatime with the other women.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The other women who were likely dead now.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Her name… “Deirdre! Deirdre my dove, come here and greet this gentleman.”&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She obeys, slipping from the cart to the ground, head still lowered as she wobbles her way over. A murmured, partial greeting, a barely managed bow. She had never met the man, not even when her father and brother had taken her down to the city. Her father was dead... her brother was dead...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
“Not much to look at. Thin, flat and dull.” His voice is bland, as bland as the old, greying Midlander.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah, but young. Fatten her up a little, she will fill out. Come now, what we agreed on.”&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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He mutters, pulling out a sack and counting very carefully before passing it to the woman, who takes it quickly and recounts before slipping it away. Turning to her daughter, she places a worked hand on her head, covered by a silk glove to hide their texture. Without another word, she was gone, neither of them looking back.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Grumbling at her, the man led her inside the house that was soon to become her nightmare.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Her new life… her new home…&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Most of which she would block out and forget for as long as possible.&amp;lt;/spoiler&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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'''&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color: Teal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;(1562) 13 Cycles'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;:[[File:Dd4.jpg|right|439x600px|]]&lt;br /&gt;
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''Life with her abusive owner and subsequent escape. Travels back to her homelands, joining the same army that destroyed her village. Her hair is cut and she is branded. Training begins.''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;spoiler&amp;gt;The rain was relentless. It stung her skin, soaked her to the bone, making her look as if she wore no clothes at all, but it was so dark, and no one really paid any mind to her.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She stood in what was probably a field, but it was a sea of mud now with the downpour. Thick, tall steel walls surrounded it, not the wooden fences she was used too. There were probably thirty or fourty of them, ranging in ages, but most of them were young like her. Right now though, they all looked the same; shivering, pathetic and lost…&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A few of those metal men, the cruel Imperials, stood before them. They had no faces, just helmets, but Deirdre could not look up at them, they made her want to cry.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Listen up!&amp;quot; one of their deep, metallic voices rang over the sounds of thunder; &amp;quot;You will be processed and assigned a bunk, on the morrow we will assess you. Speak out of line, you will get a beating. Disobey, you will get a beating. Run, and we will kill you. Do anything we do not care for… we will kill you.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Death… she wondered as they moved through the lines of children, would be a welcome thing. Would it? No… she was frightened to die… but she missed her father so much… she wanted Ban back, to scoop her up and tickle her... to pull her in to bed and throw the covers over her little frame and hug her close... warm...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Girl!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Snapping her head up she stares wide-eyed at the metal Imperial before her, his sword in one hand. She could have been crying, she could not really tell, the rain streamed down her face and made her curls stick to her skin.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Panic set over her, freezing her in place, sinking deeper, wanting to cower at his feet. She parted her lips, intending to beg forgiveness, or maybe cry for her father… but he reached forward and cut her off, gripping her wet locks of hair.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yelping in pain she stumbles forward as he yanks, the knife meets her skin, slipping through her azure strands like air, sending them in chunks to the ground. All she could do was weep as she watched, cold and battered by the rain as he butchered her hair, which had always hung so free.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And then it was over, and he moved on to the boy beside her. He did not cry as she did, he did not fall to his knees. But he did yank her up and pull her along when they all moved like livestock to the bunkhouse.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps it would have been better, she always thought, if he had just cut off her whole head instead.&amp;lt;/spoiler&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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'''&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color: Teal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;(1563) 14 Cycles'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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''Training continues, she begins being noticed by soldiers for her womanly virtues, and works her way from charming front line men to officers.''&lt;br /&gt;
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'''&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color: Teal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;(1564) 15 Cycles'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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''Spends time in Ala Mhigo, occupied by field missions. Here she meets and is under the command of Endricane Feltaro.''&lt;br /&gt;
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'''&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color: Teal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;(1565) 16 Cycles'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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''Begins killing the officers trying to sleep with her secretly, making it look like accidents.''&lt;br /&gt;
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'''&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color: Teal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;(1565 - 1570) 16-21 Cycles'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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''Gets caught killing officers and subsequently flees before they can put her to death for the crime. She is then caught and brought before judges, sentenced to death, but instead passed off to train as a Venator. Anyone she previously associated with is made to think she was executed.''&lt;br /&gt;
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''Impregnated. Arrives in Eorzea with her twins and wanders endlessly through the twisting Shroud before meeting up with a random group of strangers. This is where her journey begins...''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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===&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;padding:10px 15px; background:#9ebfb9;font-size:14px;color:#1e1400;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;1571 - 1572&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== '''&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color: Teal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Cycle One - 1571''' ====&lt;br /&gt;
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In the beginning days of her time in Eorzea, Deirdre wanders aimlessly throughout The Shroud, scavenging for food and hiding from creatures in the trees. This whole time she travels with her infant sons, doing well to avoid any offensive confrontations, as she is completely without supply and unarmed. Luckily within a few weeks, she meets up with Sanctus Refero, a small group of adventurers at the time, as well as [[Shurin Mizune]], a man of significant importance in her story. She also begins learning new skills, specifically with the spear.&lt;br /&gt;
All the while concealing her children, Deirdre worked with Sanctus Refero, saving gil to get off the streets, keeping her true heritage and intentions sealed. Once she was more comfortable Deirdre left Sanctus Refero after an argument with Alona, the leader of the little band.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nearly immediately after leaving SR, Deirdre is recruited in to The Eorzean Guard, under [[Mtoto Wamoto]]. Here her skills truly begin to show, the group often on military style initiatives. Keeping mostly to herself she begins to learn Eorzean ways and customs, studying people. She hones her own skills even further, The Guard being the perfect environment for fostering her abilities.[[File:Deirdre_-_by_Lilith.jpg|right|425x599px|]]&lt;br /&gt;
Once more comfortable in the company of her new companions, Deirdre begins to lead several events, including sparring and storytelling, for those within the company and outside. These are truly her golden days in Eorzea, for she is sane, level headed, and happy. It is because of this she ascends the ranks, and eventually is charged with training new recruits, albeit with unorthodox ways.&lt;br /&gt;
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While still in The Guard, her world slowly begins to crumble, as her lover Shurin leaves for what he calls his 'duty'. Losing her stability she begins a downhill journey from here, becoming tense and prickly and going so far as to assault other members of the organization.&lt;br /&gt;
Soon afterwards the Guard is disbanded suddenly on the disappearance of their Commander Mtoto, and Deirdre resorts to wandering aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Having little else to do in ways of making gil, Deirdre finds herself within the ranks of The Everwatch under Oskar Helvig, trusted with protecting The Shroud that she once wandered with her children. She also finds training in the elements, previously unexposed to her own magical affinities. Around this time, her true heritage is revealed and up until that point, she had been reporting Eorzean initiatives to The Empire. She is wildly criticized for this, losing her trust with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
Despite that, she rises through the ranks of The Everwatch, again involved in training initiatives.&lt;br /&gt;
During this time on one of Shurin's brief returns, Deirdre becomes pregnant with his son. After finding out she is pregnant with Shurin nowhere to be found, Deirdre sparks up a more involved relationship with Oskar Helvig, afraid if she did not that she would be even more vulnerable while carrying the child. Their relationship, extremely negative and explosive, only festers her deteriorating hold on normal life.&lt;br /&gt;
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After Falke is born, Deirdre reveals to Oskar that it is not his child, leaving him and subsequently the Everwatch. In doing so, she also abandons many who had grown to be her friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the time after, Deirdre chooses to live a life of seclusion to raise her children. Training avidly but never venturing out on jobs, she becomes more recluse and paranoid. Shurin occasionally visits, and although their relationship is very fractured, he is the only light making her walk forward in her otherwise dark world. It is because of Shurin's desire to protect her and the children that she accepted his terms, and took to living in Falcon's Nest.&lt;br /&gt;
During her time as a stay at home mother, Deirdre forms an intense desire to read and learn from books of lore, acquiring them mainly from travelling caravans or other villagers, wherever she could. Her beliefs in The Twelve also intensify in her need to occupy her mind with something other than her situation, not the type of person to remain locked away tending to a family, despite wide criticism from others.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the red moon begins to descend, Deirdre and her brood abandon waiting for Shurin to return as well as their home, hiding away in an unknown location for a period of time, staying near a group of devote Twelve worshippers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Uncomfortable with remaining on the sidelines for the decent of Dalamund, Deirdre returns alone, aiming to find a way to stop the catastrophe, much calmer than when she had left. Soon after being mixed in to the current events and reuniting with Shurin, her world is turned upside down when he tried to kidnap Falke, their infant son. Deirdre prevents this, nearly killing Shurin in the process, and rejecting him outright. She adopts Navei's way of thinking, and now believes Dalamund is descending to purge the lands, and herself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rather rapidly her mental health begins deteriorating, becoming more prone to random fits of violence and hallucinations. This is not only due to her situation, but her lucid dreams bleeding over in to reality. She will go on tirades and sprees of blood-lust with barely any instigation, desperately seeking something to calm her mind, wandering alone. At this point a chance encounter with a man named [[Gospel Gestalt]] allows her refuge, and the alchemist supplies her with a drug to focus her mind.&lt;br /&gt;
She is now addicted.&lt;br /&gt;
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Desperate to replace the hole left by leaving her children in another's care, far away from the impact zone of Dalamud, Deirdre takes on the job of protecting [[Gerik Aston]], a Highlander caught up in the events around them. Almost obsessively, Deirdre will watch and keep guard over the man, overly hostile to anyone who dare wander near.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== '''&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color: Teal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;The Last Stand - 1572''' ====&lt;br /&gt;
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It is the night of the Gala that turns everything upside-down for Deirdre. The event was meant to find a way to stop the moon, until a fragment of it falls from the sky and in to the gathering. In the chaos and confusion, the ground splits and aether seeps from it, disrupting the natural flow and causing many who attempt to teleport away, to simply evaporate in to fragments of bone and ash.&lt;br /&gt;
During the fighting, Deirdre's lover Shurin pushes her from the incoming aether, seeping from the ground and making people vanish, and becoming absorbed himself. Distraught with grief and agony, she is pulled away from the battlefield screaming, and taken to safety despite multiple attempts to return to the place her love vanished.&lt;br /&gt;
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For suns she is bedridden from emotion, locking herself away with only the Highlander Gerik as company, who is equally as distraught from his own loss. It takes much time for either of them to speak, or leave their refuge.&lt;br /&gt;
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Soon after, the cities are attacked by monsters and Imperials causing Deirdre and Gerik to flee to the Isles of Umbra, where she builds a makeshift grave for Shurin. The two prepare for the final fight nearing, and Deirdre trains Gerik in the basics of archery and hand-to-hand combat. But, thinking him unfit for the battle, Deirdre ties Gerik to a Roegaydn named Wu on an outbound ship from Limsa in order to keep him safe before leaving for Cartenau Flats, and the final battle.&lt;br /&gt;
The moon is getting closer, and time is running out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;spoiler&amp;gt;''End of an Era - 1572;''&lt;br /&gt;
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Every feeling was frighteningly familiar, the moment she even began nearing the battlefield. &lt;br /&gt;
Mor Dhona, a place she was fascinated with from the beginning. A place that often stung her eyes with putrid toxins, but this sun there was no fog of purple hue, only the thick grey smoke and brown of lifted dirt, making it a sea of blur and unknown, through which her eyes could see clear.&lt;br /&gt;
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Battle.&lt;br /&gt;
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There was this... inexplicable feeling within her, welling up within her chest she assumed quite near where her heart beat. Swelling... a burning fire pent up, wanting out, tearing out...&lt;br /&gt;
But she was silent, though it spread a wonderfully wicked grin on her face as soundless feet ran forth through the fog, stray bullets whizzing past harmlessly. It was quickly that she came from the camp up to the real fight, past a few corpses already lying motionless.&lt;br /&gt;
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Breaking that final layer of fog she came upon the action; Imperial versus Eorzean. But... this seemed too meek, and it was. Here was the cannon-fodder... of each side...&lt;br /&gt;
She did not want to be in this battle.&lt;br /&gt;
Further away, Carteneau Flats, she knew this was where the better positioning was... where it would all happen. To get there she could easily cut through this battle, and through the cliffs.&lt;br /&gt;
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As much as it welled within her, she did not give way to her blood-lust, shooting an arrow here and there when she had clear sight of an Imperial, running sideways while the others yelled at her and moved forward instead.&lt;br /&gt;
It was a double-take that caused her to pause, keen eyes snapping to a soldier hovering over a down Eorzean, a man in heavy gear unable to rise. The rifle rose the same time as her bow, but she had little time to aim, letting her arrow fly hopefully before the man could pull the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;
She struck him, in the arm, startling him... but he had fired his weapon anyways, and Deir had caught the spray of blood after the flash of fire. She had failed him...&lt;br /&gt;
Without waiting to see if the man rose from the likely fatal wound she turned and continued her run, expression furrowed in ire.&lt;br /&gt;
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It took some time, too much time, to get to the Flats. By the time she had the battle was well underway; soldier on soldier, devices and spells exploding in the furious drone of aether. Atop a short, sloped cliff she was crouched; her leathers full body, tight to her skin and already dirty, tinged brown. Glancing up as an airship soared overhead azure locks fray from their braided binds, trying to escape in the wind and failing, settling against her cheeks, taunt with focus.&lt;br /&gt;
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From here, there was no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;
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Launching herself headfirst she slipped down the rugged slope, one hand out holding her bow, the other guiding her decent, icy clear eyes, wide and vivid, surveying the area. Mid slide, she steadies herself  on her feet, pulling an arrow from her quiver and tugging it taunt, loosing it fluidly once she had her focus, hitting an Imperial rifleman in the side of the head a few yalms away.&lt;br /&gt;
Twelve... she wished she could keep track of how many she could kill.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hitting the ground at a run she bolted to join the rest of the Eorzean forces, now heavily engaged. Many of them dropped like stones after a round of rifling, but the Imperials were met soon after with explosions of fire, lightning, wind and ice, anything the back lines could do while the front-lines regrouped. Giant, hulking men, and even small women, clad in armour reflecting only the flames of chaos and death, swing their swords deliriously, taking out anyone near them, all of it happening so quickly... &lt;br /&gt;
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The noise above her was growing ever louder, the hum of aether and the clash of steel still useless at drowning it out. It was a sound she never heard before, a hum or droning... the moon, Dalamud, falling ever closer.&lt;br /&gt;
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She did not glance up at it, as it frightened her to the very core. Instead she pushed on, deeper in to the battle, rubbing elbows with the mages.&lt;br /&gt;
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Out of nowhere a soldier, Eorzean, flies towards her feet, skidding just past her in a ball of steel and flesh. She had no time to even look where he came to a halt, an Imperial soldier charging towards her.&lt;br /&gt;
Managing to loose a single arrow before he collided with her, Deirdre could not even tell where she had hit him, losing grasp on her bow as she is taken to the ground, wrestling with the fully grown Elezen man garbed in black and red.&lt;br /&gt;
Grunting, a fist raised at the woman, the man does not get very far, twisted to the side and on to his back, the lithe woman on top of him now with a dagger in her hand, raised.&lt;br /&gt;
Striking down before he could blink, he had no time to raise his arm in defence, and fell limp.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pulling herself off the corpse, staggering to regain her footing, icy eyes find the man who had been previously tossed near her, the Eorzean. Lifting and arm to wipe the blood from her face she yelled at him, a mage already rushed to his side. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you alright?!&amp;quot; She asks, padding to her bow and scooping it up. The hulking man nods, waving her off with a wince, and she turns again to survey the battle while azure strands escape the tight braid on her head and fall down her leather clad back.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was becoming more and more difficult to avoid direct combat.&lt;br /&gt;
People were simply everywhere, endless waves, bigger than any confrontation she had ever been in. Avoiding close combat was the best solution, the safest, this as they were becoming more frantic, a battle she could not control.&lt;br /&gt;
Despite it all... it felt meaningless in the bulk of it.&lt;br /&gt;
She was alone, on her own, shifting from group to group, some forged friendships at each other’s sides... many bonded by their commanders...&lt;br /&gt;
She had left Gerik behind, the only person who had bothered with her then, the only one who remained with her after... after...&lt;br /&gt;
Distracted another near miss, a bullet, screams past her cheek, missing... but much too close.&lt;br /&gt;
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She was lost.&lt;br /&gt;
She had no guidance, no orders... just killing was her goal. Yet, it was not enough. She was running around aimlessly, without cause or direction. But she saw the 'tek before the others did, and yelled out to those around her. &amp;quot;DOWN!&amp;quot; Before falling to the mud and covering her head.&lt;br /&gt;
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With the blast safely over her she looks up, people around her on the ground as well, peeking up to look over at the toppling 'tek. Someone had taken it out, she assumed, and spent little time gawking over it.&lt;br /&gt;
Moving to help to help the Miqo'te beside her up she takes a foothold again, volleying arrows in to the Garlean line, fast approaching. &lt;br /&gt;
She had not meant to get as close as she was to the front, and the red of the sky seemed to grow brighter, lighting the field.&lt;br /&gt;
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Deirdre stopped, feet planted firm and arms steady, firing another volley of arrows. The smell was rank, foul... ceruleum and blood, the pungent smell of sudden mass death making her tongue feel like metal. But it was met with familiar memories, the wave of it returning inciting dizziness... making her miss the scream of an Imperial charging her.&lt;br /&gt;
But no matter, for both of them were halted by the sudden snap that echoed over the whole field... making them all look up at something some of them had forgotten was there...&lt;br /&gt;
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She was not the only one to glance up at the moon, which they had all been ignoring until then. It hung low in the sky, breaking through clouds... everything seemed as if it were on fire.&lt;br /&gt;
Cracks, could they be called that? Spread over, hued in blue, throughout the moon, a pattern lost to her eyes. Meteors, fragments of things streaked all around, fanning outwards...&lt;br /&gt;
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The next few moments were a blur, at best. Once instant she starred up at the moon, the next something had shot out of it, burying deep in to the ground almost between the Garlean line and the Alliance... and very, very close to her.&lt;br /&gt;
Flung on to her back she could not breathe, gazing up at the red sky, the mud cool against her fully leathered form. Somehow she still had her bow, gripped in her hand, but it was another long tick before she could pull herself up, groaning in pain, and many near her who did not rise at all...&lt;br /&gt;
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Standing on shaky legs, one of the few who were up around them, the entire field was chaos, confusion... no one knew what was going on, or what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
She was staring up at Dalamud again, which seemed like the very surface was being torn apart. The jarring of her shoulder snapped her gaze away from it, making her stagger back and turn towards the Imperial, not immediately realizing she had been shot. It was all numb, all a daze, she did not even need to tell herself to raise her bow, it was already done... arrow drawn back and loosed, connecting just under the face-guard of his helmet, in to his neck, sending him falling backwards with a splash in to the mud.&lt;br /&gt;
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Starring at him, her body motionless as he struggled to breathe and writhed on the ground, it all came flooding back. The screams of the dying, the smell of the dead, the sounds of the living struggling endlessly to either end up laying in the mud or pressing on the pull and push of war. The Elezen, so skilled and so practised in this art of killing... could not move... only starring up at the sky, at the burning ball of flame descending upon them.&lt;br /&gt;
Another snap, louder and echoing in the valley, and then a bright flash of intense heat and light as if looking in to the sun.&lt;br /&gt;
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... she thought of her children then.&lt;br /&gt;
So small and innocent... she had birthed them, carried them for moons in her very body. They were a part of her, and what had she done to deserve them? Nothing... she had granted them lives of destruction and ruin instead. How could she ever protect them? They could not protect themselves...&lt;br /&gt;
Crane, who was so like her when she was little. Running about, doing as he pleased, getting in to the most trouble he could and then washing it all away with a beaming smile, never a care.&lt;br /&gt;
Cygnus, who was so quiet and smart, following his brothers every step... silent curiosity, gentle in every way.&lt;br /&gt;
And little baby Falke... who was too young to know any different... who would never remember his mother...&lt;br /&gt;
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She imagined them dead. Dead because of her... and that burning warmth within her chest ripped out, making her feel hollow, a deep stabbing pain... as reality came flooding back like the sudden stop at the end of a long fall. It was just like that... that something changed within her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Inhale was the first thing she did, the smell of ash heavy in the air, coughing soon following. She was on her back, the sheer force of something having knocked her from her feet once more. Sitting up her focus was gone entirely. Looking about men and women from both sides were running past her, away, frantic. Dazed, she glances up, lips parted looking at what once had been the moon.&lt;br /&gt;
A Dragon. A King Dragon.&lt;br /&gt;
At that instant, she did not know if it had a name. She only knew it was bigger than any airship- any city she had ever seen... and that the very sky seemed to be on fire. She didn't move, couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;
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A man pulled her up, garbed familiar, but she was unable to place it. He pushed her towards where the others were running, but she did not move as he went to the next soldier.&lt;br /&gt;
They were all going to die... such a creature, would set fire to the whole world...&lt;br /&gt;
Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Her movement was sluggish, blinking the blur from her eyes seemed to take forever. Yet, when she could finally see again her eyes set upon silver hair... silver hair and dark clothes... armour.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sh... Shurin?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
She didn't care if she was running after a figment, she bolted forwards, unrelenting. She ran.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;SHURIN!&amp;quot; She screamed, the sound of her voice drowned out by the creature above, who had taken flight, peppering the lands with dots of fire.&lt;br /&gt;
She did not want to die alone, and there was no way she could fight such a thing. She did not want to die... she should have listened.&lt;br /&gt;
Tears were streaming down her pale cheeks, dirty with ash and flecked with blood, causing streaks. Nearing the group the ringing of aether began to make her dizzy, but she had to keep focus.&lt;br /&gt;
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She had fallen, tripped over a corpse, on her knees now struggling to stand, bow still clenched in one hand. Coughing, gasping for air she pulled herself back up to her feet, dirty and unruly, leathers split in several places but most significantly at her shoulder, where blood still oozed out of a mud-caked wound.&lt;br /&gt;
'It was not him, he was dead...' she tried to remind herself, but there was also another voice too, screaming that if it was... she would be safe again.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;SHURIN!&amp;quot; her throat was raw, but she called out again anyways, nearing.&lt;br /&gt;
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She was close... so close...&lt;br /&gt;
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The sky above turned blue, the aether glowing so brilliantly but she would not look at it. Nothing was more important now, this was what death would be like. The following blast shook her, reverberating through her very core, but she kept her footing. Coughing away the dust after shielding her eyes she looked over to see them toppled.&lt;br /&gt;
Bolting up the rest of the way she twisted, turned, looking among them for her silver haired Hyur.&lt;br /&gt;
Panic was evident on her face, usually hard and icy eyes now wide and frightened, a gentle shade of blue as she continued to scream his name.&lt;br /&gt;
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A strange stillness descends over the battle, the dust and ash and even the air itself seeming to hang motionless for a moment, as if the entirety of the world had frozen in fear before the fury of the dragon God. With an ear-splitting roar in the skies above, the great Wyrm made his rage known, a colossal flare of burning aetherial power radiating out from the centre of the field that instantly immolated all in its path. The earth disintegrated into ash, and the ash vaporized into nothing. Discarded weapons and war machines melted into formless slag, explosive rounds super-heating to detonation before being absorbed into the wall of indiscriminate destruction. The corpses that littered the battlefield were fortunate, their mortal shells beyond the realm of pain. Those who had waited too long to flee knew the truth of agony as their bodies were rent asunder by Bahamut's rage, their garments and armour transformed into body-shaped ovens and roasting their contents alive before they too burst into flame and were consumed. The screams of the suffering and dying echoed across the Carteneau Flats to reach those the ears of those who had made it out in time. &lt;br /&gt;
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The wave of fire barrelled across the scorching earth towards Deirdre with all the speed and unstoppable force of a tsunami of flame. Just as the molten fire crashes down upon her a clear, resounding bell-like tone, as if a great crystal had been struck rings out, a transparent dome of crystallized aether shimmering into view over her. It was as if the very flow of time had stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I do not know whether I should be furious with you for your stubbornness or be impressed by your tenacity,&amp;quot; speaks a familiar voice from behind her, calm within the eye of the storm. She had merely been standing there, starring out at the fire, as if awaiting to be consumed by death... but death was an ever fleeting thing... it was always there and then gone the next instant.&lt;br /&gt;
Confused and dazed she whips around to confront the voice, nearly crumpling to the ground when she saw him. Her face, tearing with emotion, is more exposed to her true feeling than it had ever been.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am... I am sorry...&amp;quot; she cries, unmoving and stuck where her feet were planted, legs shaking.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shurin stands there with his hands aglow with aether, held above his head as if supporting the shield with his will alone. His full concentration is above him, holding back the fiery death, so much so that all he can do is grimace with effort and pain as his cloak burns away around him. &amp;quot;Now... isn't the time!&amp;quot; he mutters through gritted teeth. &amp;quot;Can you stand on your own?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Y-Yes...&amp;quot; she mutters, fear present in her eyes. He was so strong now, and she was so weak, like how it was all along. &amp;quot;I... I do not want to die...&amp;quot; she mutters, stepping forward towards him, reaching out.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It would be better... to live another day.... wouldn't it?&amp;quot; His eyes flick down to meet hers, ablaze with aether. &amp;quot;Hurry... pouch on my belt.... teleportation... crystal....&amp;quot; A portion of cloak burns away, revealing a small pouch on his hip, its contents glowing brilliantly. &amp;quot;Use it to... get us out of here...!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Her actions are more deliberate now, focused and urgent. Standing in front of him, closer, she shifts with his belt, searching for his crystal. &amp;quot;Please... please... please…&amp;quot; she murmurs, having so many things to say but unable to say it. Was it appropriate, when they were about to die?&lt;br /&gt;
Pulling the stone out she holds it between them, tears still dribbling over thick lashes and down her cheeks. Shurin clasps his hands over hers, making sure she grasps the crystal tightly. The tiny stone flares blindingly brilliant between them, its blue-white hue momentarily overpowering the orange-red flames of Bahamut's flare. &amp;quot;Hold on, and don't let go, alright?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Gripping it tight she raises her other hand to grasp on to his arm, hair whipping about against her cheeks and her tiny, leathered form. &amp;quot;Please do not leave me Shurin... please... I am scared...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes, half lidded and trying to guard from the bright light, look directly in to his, pleading. Shurin says something, shouting his words but they are muffled out by the roaring wind as the blue aether whips into a tornado of shimmering cool light. The world washes out to white, a faintly distant sound of shattering glass, and a warm almost soothing wave of warmth...&lt;br /&gt;
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And then it as if her form is ripped to shreds. Her skin tears, burns and breaks as the crystal fails and the deafening whine overtakes her ears.&lt;br /&gt;
Then... all is simply dark.&lt;br /&gt;
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In a single, pure instant of suspension, darkness envelops her. Death... consumes her. No pain, no emotion or thought, just sheer darkness, empty space all around. No memories... a state of complete nonexistence, over before the Elezen could get a true grasp of where or why.&lt;br /&gt;
The darkness disappeared as suddenly as it came, sucked out just like the air within her lungs was, making her insides devoid... empty... and burning.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ripped out of her suspension she is tossed through the air, like nothing but a child’s toy. Harmless, until she hit the ground. Tumbling across the ashen lands, her body becomes a plaything, finally skidding to a halt among rubble.&lt;br /&gt;
Pain envelops her, searing stronger than it ever had, her lungs seeming to gulp in air only to be allowed to scream as loud as she was able. It is her first reaction, unable to move from where she had landed, but the screaming does not help ease the pain in the slightest. For bells she remained in such a state of pure agony, surrounded only by the dead corpses of friend and foe and the thick, heavy fog of ash.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shurin was gone.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== '''&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color: Teal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Cycle One - 1573''' ====&lt;br /&gt;
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*Calamity.&lt;br /&gt;
*Wanders from Mor Dhona to Thanalan, picked up in a caravan and taken to Ul'dah.&lt;br /&gt;
*Lives on the streets as a beggar.&lt;br /&gt;
*Enforces self promise to never kill again.&lt;br /&gt;
*Does not travel outside of Ul'dah.&lt;br /&gt;
*Meets [[Sevryn Sha]], travelling at his side&lt;br /&gt;
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I will never kill again.&lt;br /&gt;
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It seemed foolish to her at first, thinking such a thing. Killing was how she survived, ever since her village had been burnt, ever since she was left to fend for herself, alone with no one to care about her. Before that, she had such a beautiful life... it had been killing that turned everything dark and sad.&lt;br /&gt;
Yet... if she had not killed, she would be dead. It was hard to discern which of the choices was better.&lt;br /&gt;
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For now, making such a promise to herself was enough. It was enough to ward away the hunger in her belly and the grime on her skin. But it was not enough to keep her desire to live burning. That light had long died out... but as each sun came and went, she was still alive. Perhaps for Menphina's amusement, she had plenty of time to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;
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She spent too much time within the walls of Ul'dah. In the alleys and sewers, any place away from people, away from the light of day or the smell of food... or the hinting of a comfortable bed. A different desperation was within those places, a different despair. Too much thinking, too much of an internal direction.&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps she had gone mad, getting a fix was more important than food. When she was numb she did not think, she only existed. Only existing was okay for her, at least until death found her among the dirty scum and the heathens.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== '''&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color: Teal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Cycle Two - 1574''' ====&lt;br /&gt;
*Jailed attempting to protect [[Sevryn Sha]]’s escape from his pursuers.&lt;br /&gt;
*Meets [[Klarimel Surtsthalsyn]] (aka 'Big Red') while imprisoned.&lt;br /&gt;
*Plans escape.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== '''&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color: Teal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Cycle Three - 1575''' ====&lt;br /&gt;
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*Escapes prison.&lt;br /&gt;
*Flees to La Noscea.&lt;br /&gt;
*Scuffles with a band of scouting Imperials and kills again.&lt;br /&gt;
*Imprisons herself within the walls of a brothel called 'The Pearl'.&lt;br /&gt;
:[[File:Dd3.jpg|right|400x600px| (Art By CJ)]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;spoiler&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/spoiler&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==== '''&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color: Teal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Cycle Four - 1576''' ====&lt;br /&gt;
*Working as a courtesan within The Pearl.&lt;br /&gt;
*Meets [[Paradyme Capellago]].&lt;br /&gt;
*Meets Aatrix, spends much time exclusively with him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;spoiler&amp;gt;No building in these lands stood without scar.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this case, the scars had been plastered over, painted and repainted, so that if you ignored them they were less visible, but the stark contrasting shadows from the light of the sun or the moon showed the true frame underneath. &lt;br /&gt;
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Nestled within tall grass and guarded by the rolling hills, it is a lonely worn path that snakes its way up towards the white, sun-bleached building. Resembling more the house of nobility than a brothel, wide windows and twisting rails grace the outsides of the structure. Towers at each side, a popular design in La Noscea, soar up at least four floors, decorated with ivies, deep green in the season and muted brown when not.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is only one gate, carefully wrought like the vines, metal twisting about like so many strands of hair. Having gates present though seems a waste, for never is there a bell in the sun they are closed. Lush trees, ripe with fruit... shrubs and greenery trimmed and pruned, each speck of the courtyard is pristine, as if each rock and leaf had been placed by hand just there.&lt;br /&gt;
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But really, it is not the outside that is truly the show, but what lies within.&lt;br /&gt;
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Women float about, dressed in soft colours accenting their skin, perfume following them like tails as they fanned themselves. Men and women alike, guests, all dressed in a variety of clothing linger about. Some watching, some laughing, some flirting, and some being led off to places further within. &lt;br /&gt;
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A soldier Highlander, clad in heavy plate, being led up the winding staircase behind the front counter by a woman in heavy skirts. &lt;br /&gt;
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A nobleman Elezen with a perfect collar laughing, a Miqo'te on each arm fawning.&lt;br /&gt;
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A quite Lalafell, sitting alone on an unattended cushion with his tea, merely watching.&lt;br /&gt;
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And in the middle of it all, standing tall behind a marble counter, a Highlander woman on in her years is perhaps the best put together of them all. As regal as the building she owned, each grey strand is swept up away from her face, once stunningly beautiful now only commanding the air of control around her.&lt;br /&gt;
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She attends the guests who approach the counter, quill pressed between her fingers, scratching over parchment, calculating. Tonight was an average night, light music wafting through the air, but she paid little attention to it... there was gil on the mind. &lt;br /&gt;
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Anyone with an idea of the place they stepped in to knew her name; Joriane Le'deu. Madame Le'deu. To the women at the brothel she was a keeper, a teacher and a mother. To the guests she was an arranger, an organizer and a reader. Few knew her beyond the dirty business she bred, but Madame Le'deu knew gil, and she could place a price on anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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And just about anything was what you could get within these walls. If it has not been done it could be, there were no limits beyond those of your coin-purse.&lt;br /&gt;
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But in such times no one bothered regulate such activities, and here that was just fine.&lt;br /&gt;
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Such was the setting at the Madame's Pearl.&amp;lt;/spoiler&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==== '''&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color: Teal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Cycle Five - 1577''' ====&lt;br /&gt;
*Promoted within The Pearl.&lt;br /&gt;
*Ends exclusive activity with Aatrix.&lt;br /&gt;
*Leaves the Pearl   and travels to Limsa Lominsa.&lt;br /&gt;
*Meets up with [[Endricane Feltaro]].&lt;br /&gt;
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==== '''&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color: Teal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Cycle Six - 1577''' ====&lt;br /&gt;
*Joins Mtoto’s company ‘Sentinel’s Ark’.&lt;br /&gt;
*Meets and begins a relationship with [[Stratos Nabradia]].&lt;br /&gt;
*Subsequently leaves the company after a leadership change.&lt;br /&gt;
*Abandons her relationship and Eorzea after killing a Legatus.&lt;br /&gt;
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==== '''&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color: Teal;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Current - 1578''' ====&lt;br /&gt;
*Spends some time in Garlemald.&lt;br /&gt;
*Returns to Eorzea seeming disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;
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:''Template credit goes to [[Bancroft Gairn]] &amp;lt;3''&lt;br /&gt;
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:''Deirdre's name is actually from a Celtic story. If you would like to RP, please send me a /tell in game or skype (s058linda) I am open for any kind of plot, relation or encounter!''&lt;br /&gt;
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:''The Stabby Lists are created based of the OOC nickname for the violent Deirdre, and do not mean you will actually be stabbed. In truth, Deirdre has not actually stabbed more than a handful of other player characters. The friend's lists and any other information contained in this wiki if for OOC purposes only, and should not be taken ICly without expressed permission with exception of the rumours list.''&lt;br /&gt;
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:''Deirdre's personality can be characterized by the Myer's Briggs as ISTJ.''&lt;br /&gt;
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:''Deirdre's singing voice is taken from the lead singer in Blackmore's Night, Candice Night.''&lt;br /&gt;
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:''The actress who would play Deirdre is [http://wallpaperweb.org/wallpaper/babes/1280x800/jacqueline_macinnes_wood_20091212_0049_1280x800.jpg Jacqueline Macinnes Wood]''&lt;br /&gt;
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:[[Kohrae Crimsonscale]] is my alt.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Felix Drake</title>
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		<updated>2015-04-02T16:02:00Z</updated>

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| race = Hyur&lt;br /&gt;
| clan = Highlander&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_2 = Height&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2_value = 6'7&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_3_value = 250 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4 = Eye Color&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_5 = Alignment&lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. He is not the only son of an Ala Mhigan merchant family, forced to flee the fall of the city. He was raised on the road, and in the Far East with trading contacts of his family, before returning to Eorzea to fight the Garleans in their first invasion. He may have traveled to all these places, but, not quite with that story.&lt;br /&gt;
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His true name is Felix sas Scelan, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of anything anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
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When he was just barely into his teens he was handed over to the legions. His life as a soldier started as a young infiltrator of Ala Mhigo, one of many used by Gaius van Baelsar to stir chaos and dissent inside the city. After Ala Mhigo fell, he was transferred to the front in the Far East, fighting in numerous campaigns and engagements. Eventually he would obtain the rank of tribune, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance missions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus, and moved once again to Eorzea. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with Gaius Van Baelsar once again to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific eidolons...One in particular, a man named Crassus, turned on the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invader, the other a force led by Crassus. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head...&lt;br /&gt;
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When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
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While in Ul'dah once, and finding himself in need of aide, he was pointed to the direction of the Order of the Sword and Rose by an informant named Wymond. After meeting them, and for reasons he wasn't entirely certain of, he ended up joining their ranks.. Despite seeming to fit in well with the group, and finding a sense of camaraderie he had thought lost with the death of his unit, he never revealed much about himself to them. After all, even if he was a traitor and a deserter, he was still a Garlean, and holds some loyalty still to his homeland. And ultimately, ghosts of the past would continue to chase him, and sour his relations with the Order. Leaving them with little fanfare, he struck out again on his own.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
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As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tries to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the eidolon threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
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===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
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===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade and sword, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Other===&lt;br /&gt;
::* He can dance, and surprisingly well. Good luck getting him to, though.&lt;br /&gt;
::* He can hold his alcohol pretty damned well, and enjoys a good drink. While not picky, he does absolutely refuse to drink anything that comes from the Far East.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite slowly making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A woman is sorely needed in his life, before he gets himself killed.&lt;br /&gt;
::* A mission that exposed him to high concentrations of aetherical radiation and voidal energies has left him almost completely unable to have children. Odds are his family line ends with him, a fact that does weigh heavily on his mind at times.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Mother - Lillia Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Crassus tol Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Everyone Else===&lt;br /&gt;
'''Disclaimer:''' ''This is a work in progress, and I slowly get to do more IC. It's nothing personal if you don't see your character here--as Felix forms opinions on others, it'll end up here. Of course, if you think you should be here, just send me a message so I get my lazy butt in here and add your character.&lt;br /&gt;
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NOTE: These are all what Felix himself THINKS about characters, from his impressions IC or events IC. They do not, in any way, pass real judgment, insist upon canon facts, or enact on canonicity in any way, shape, or form. They are purely impressions and personal opinions.''&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Ciel Wulfe]]''' - He's had little interaction with the elezen bard. While some passing conversation and reactions he's witnessed from her has him curious as to her history and affiliations, she strikes him as a loyal ally and a someone he's grateful to have at his back, and someone that could offer good counsel on matters he might not take to others...And the type of woman to take great pains not to get on the bad side of. &lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Deirdre Ta'ea]]''' - Another beautiful elezen he met through the Order, brought around one day by Quarimar. An interesting woman to be sure, her brusque and occasionally rude attitude hardly bothered him the way it bothered others. Their occasional talks showed that they might not be too different from one another, and after an incident in Mist, she's the only one in Eorzea that knows almost everything about him. She seems insistent on helping him recover from all of that, and as time passed, they seem to have struck something akin to a friendship and understanding. She was a driving force that pulled him out of one of his darkest periods, and while he has little idea if he can do the same for her, he is intent on being there for her if she'll have him.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Rumors==&lt;br /&gt;
===Common Rumors===&lt;br /&gt;
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::* &amp;quot;Felix is a good man.  I trust him.&amp;quot; - [[C'rhisi Tohbei]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;For some, 'tis never enough to bear pain and overcome it, it becomes as armor.  Would that we all could learn how it may shield us from further harm, and yet keep others away.&amp;quot; - [[Ciel Wulfe]]&lt;br /&gt;
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==Annotations==&lt;br /&gt;
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This Template was created by [[Deirdre Ta'ea]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>Felix Drake</title>
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		<updated>2015-01-19T19:57:13Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FinalStrigon: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;''PLEASE NOTE: This Wiki is constantly changing and updating. Last update made: October, 2014. Review at your own risk, this wiki does contain spoilers that are for OOC purposes only.'' &lt;br /&gt;
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{{Infobox-character&lt;br /&gt;
| name = Felix Drake&lt;br /&gt;
| image = FelixDrake.PNG&lt;br /&gt;
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| gender = Male&lt;br /&gt;
| citizenship = Garlean&lt;br /&gt;
| race = Hyur&lt;br /&gt;
| clan = Highlander&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1 = Age&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1_value = Mid-Late 30's&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2 = Height&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2_value = 6'7&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_3 = Weight&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_3_value = 250 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4 = Eye Color&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4_value = Green/Blue&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_5 = Alignment&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_5_value = Neutral&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_6_value = None&lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. He is not the only son of an Ala Mhigan merchant family, forced to flee the fall of the city. He was raised on the road, and in the Far East with trading contacts of his family, before returning to Eorzea to fight the Garleans in their first invasion. He may have traveled to all these places, but, not quite with that story.&lt;br /&gt;
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His true name is Felix sas Scelan, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of anything anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
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When he was just barely into his teens he was handed over to the legions. His life as a soldier started as a young infiltrator of Ala Mhigo, one of many used by Gaius van Baelsar to stir chaos and dissent inside the city. After Ala Mhigo fell, he was transferred to the front in the Far East, fighting in numerous campaigns and engagements. Eventually he would obtain the rank of tribune, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance missions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus, and moved once again to Eorzea. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with Gaius Van Baelsar once again to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific eidolons...One in particular, a man named Crassus, turned on the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invader, the other a force led by Crassus. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head...&lt;br /&gt;
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When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
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While in Ul'dah once, and finding himself in need of aide, he was pointed to the direction of the Order of the Sword and Rose by an informant named Wymond. After meeting them, and for reasons he isn't entirely certain of, he ended up joining their ranks, a large brake from his lone wolf ways. Despite seeming to fit in well with the group, and finding a sense of camaraderie he had thought lost with the death of his unit, he still has yet to reveal much about himself to them. After all, even if he is a traitor and a deserter, he is still a Garlean, and holds some loyalty still to his homeland. And few, he believes, would accept that...&lt;br /&gt;
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==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
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As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the eidolon threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
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===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
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===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade and sword, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* He can dance, and surprisingly well. Good luck getting him to, though.&lt;br /&gt;
::* He can hold his alcohol pretty damned well, and enjoys a good drink. While not picky, he does absolutely refuse to drink anything that comes from the Far East.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite slowly making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A woman is sorely needed in his life, before he gets himself killed.&lt;br /&gt;
::* A mission that exposed him to high concentrations of aetherical radiation and voidal energies has left him almost completely unable to have children. Odds are his family line ends with him, a fact that does weigh heavily on his mind at times.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Mother - Lillia Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Crassus tol Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Everyone Else===&lt;br /&gt;
'''Disclaimer:''' ''This is a work in progress, and I slowly get to do more IC. It's nothing personal if you don't see your character here--as Felix forms opinions on others, it'll end up here. Of course, if you think you should be here, just send me a message so I get my lazy butt in here and add your character.&lt;br /&gt;
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NOTE: These are all what Felix himself THINKS about characters, from his impressions IC or events IC. They do not, in any way, pass real judgment, insist upon canon facts, or enact on canonicity in any way, shape, or form. They are purely impressions and personal opinions.''&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Konner Kinkaid]]''' - The leader of the Order of the Sword and Rose. A man that Felix respects, he is nonetheless wary of the man. Despite their few talks since Felix has come to the Order, the knowledge that they fought on opposites sides of the war that destroyed Kin's homeland troubles Felix, as he can't help but fear that will still cause tension between them down the line, if not worse. But until such a time, Felix obeys the man like the soldier he is even if he disagrees with some of the choices the man makes. He's grateful for the place allowed to him in the Order, a place he never expected to find, and until such a time that troubles arise, he plans to follow Kin until the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[C'rhisi Tohbei]]''' - A bard of the Order, and their Marshall for Gridania and the Twin Adders. When they deploy on missions, Felix often is assigned to her command, hence his common occurance to call her &amp;quot;commander.&amp;quot; Probably the kindest soul he had ever met, he is in awe of her, the miqo'te being someone simply inspiring. Though , for that same reason, he has to shun the help she keeps trying to offer him. While they all carry their own demons and are haunted by their own ghosts...She is all but a mother to the Order, it seems to him, and he couldn't in good faith add his troubles to the rest she takes on for herself helping everyone. He had the unexpected, and likely accidental, honor of standing with her at her wedding.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Ciel Wulfe]]''' - He's had little interaction with the elezen bard that serves as the Order's Marshal to Ul'dah and the Immortal Flames. While some passing conversation and reactions he's witnessed from her has him curious as to her history and affiliations, she strikes him as a loyal ally and a someone he's grateful to have at his back, and someone that could offer good counsel on matters he might not take to others...And the type of woman to take great pains not to get on the bad side of.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Lucydne Markfyre]]''' - Another member of the Order of the Sword and Rose, he didn't know much about her until they weathered a blizzard together in Coerthas, followed by another run-in where they traveled several days together to aide one another. He counts her as a friend and trustworthy, and she knows more about him than any other in the Order save one. &lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Deirdre Ta'ea]]''' - Another beautiful elezen he met through the Order, brought around one day by Quarimar. An interesting woman to be sure, her brusque and occasionally rude attitude hardly bothered him the way it bothered others. Their occasional talks showed that they might not be too different from one another, and after an incident in Mist, she's the only one in Eorzea that knows almost everything about him. She seems insistent on helping him recover from all of that, and as time passed, they seem to have struck something akin to a friendship and understanding. She was a driving force that pulled him out of one of his darkest periods, and while he has little idea if he can do the same for her, he is intent on being there for her if she'll have him.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Zasha Hope]]''' - A young hyur girl that has become as a sister to him in all but blood, a fact that now rather scares him considering the revelation of who her father is, she's nonetheless one of the people he cares for most in his life. Where most of the Order tries to coddle and protect her, and admittedly woe befall anyone he sees harming her, he tries to encourage her to strike out more and live a little. To this end he's gives her a monocle resembling that of her hero, Hildebrand Manderville...only to be swept up as her assistant when she goes into &amp;quot;Inspector Mode.&amp;quot; Now, if only he could stop pissing off her other personality...&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Astorin Ebrelnaux]]''' - Another officer of the Order, Konner Kinkaid's second-in-command. A young man that he feels still has much to learn of being a leader, Felix is wary of him after being questioned on his past. The conversation, despite assurances one's past didn't matter, left him feeling uneasy for a number of reasons. &lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Farrson Odim]]''' - An acquaintance, mostly, as Felix and Farrson don't interact too often, the man is nonetheless one Felix respects. As scathingly sarcastic as few people Felix has met before, Farrson has still proven himself to be a loyal ally and one to not break from his beliefs...and a pretty damned good sparring partner as well. The introduction of his new &amp;quot;friend,&amp;quot; Shade, was met with an arched brow, but...Well, to each their own. One of the more recent people to question Felix's past, he was directed to another track, although he has no idea if Farrson's new idea that he is a Warrior of Light will come back to bite him in the ass or not.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* &amp;quot;Felix...That man is certainly adept at hiding his flasks since the Order has been on him for his drinking.&amp;quot; - [[Lucydne Markfyre]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Felix is a good man.  I trust him.&amp;quot; - [[C'rhisi Tohbei]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;For some, 'tis never enough to bear pain and overcome it, it becomes as armor.  Would that we all could learn how it may shield us from further harm, and yet keep others away.&amp;quot; - [[Ciel Wulfe]]&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Felix Drake</title>
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&lt;div&gt;''PLEASE NOTE: This Wiki is constantly changing and updating. Last update made: October, 2014. Review at your own risk, this wiki does contain spoilers that are for OOC purposes only.'' &lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. He is not the only son of an Ala Mhigan merchant family, forced to flee the fall of the city. He was raised on the road, and in the Far East with trading contacts of his family, before returning to Eorzea to fight the Garleans in their first invasion. He may have traveled to all these places, but, not quite with that story.&lt;br /&gt;
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His true name is Felix sas Scelan, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of anything anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
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When he was just barely into his teens he was handed over to the legions. His life as a soldier started as a young infiltrator of Ala Mhigo, one of many used by Gaius van Baelsar to stir chaos and dissent inside the city. After Ala Mhigo fell, he was transferred to the front in the Far East, fighting in numerous campaigns and engagements. Eventually he would obtain the rank of tribune, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance missions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus, and moved once again to Eorzea. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with Gaius Van Baelsar once again to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific eidolons...One in particular, a man named Crassus, turned on the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invader, the other a force led by Crassus. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head...&lt;br /&gt;
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When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
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While in Ul'dah once, and finding himself in need of aide, he was pointed to the direction of the Order of the Sword and Rose by an informant named Wymond. After meeting them, and for reasons he isn't entirely certain of, he ended up joining their ranks, a large brake from his lone wolf ways. Despite seeming to fit in well with the group, and finding a sense of camaraderie he had thought lost with the death of his unit, he still has yet to reveal much about himself to them. After all, even if he is a traitor and a deserter, he is still a Garlean, and holds some loyalty still to his homeland. And few, he believes, would accept that...&lt;br /&gt;
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==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
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As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the eidolon threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
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::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
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::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
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::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade and sword, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* He can dance, and surprisingly well. Good luck getting him to, though.&lt;br /&gt;
::* He can hold his alcohol pretty damned well, and enjoys a good drink. While not picky, he does absolutely refuse to drink anything that comes from the Far East.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite slowly making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A woman is sorely needed in his life, before he gets himself killed.&lt;br /&gt;
::* A mission that exposed him to high concentrations of aetherical radiation and voidal energies has left him almost completely unable to have children. Odds are his family line ends with him, a fact that does weigh heavily on his mind at times.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Mother - Lillia Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Crassus tol Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Disclaimer:''' ''This is a work in progress, and I slowly get to do more IC. It's nothing personal if you don't see your character here--as Felix forms opinions on others, it'll end up here. Of course, if you think you should be here, just send me a message so I get my lazy butt in here and add your character.&lt;br /&gt;
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NOTE: These are all what Felix himself THINKS about characters, from his impressions IC or events IC. They do not, in any way, pass real judgment, insist upon canon facts, or enact on canonicity in any way, shape, or form. They are purely impressions and personal opinions.''&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Konner Kinkaid]]''' - The leader of the Order of the Sword and Rose. A man that Felix respects, he is nonetheless wary of the man. Despite their few talks since Felix has come to the Order, the knowledge that they fought on opposites sides of the war that destroyed Kin's homeland troubles Felix, as he can't help but fear that will still cause tension between them down the line, if not worse. But until such a time, Felix obeys the man like the soldier he is even if he disagrees with some of the choices the man makes. He's grateful for the place allowed to him in the Order, a place he never expected to find, and until such a time that troubles arise, he plans to follow Kin until the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[C'rhisi Tohbei]]''' - A bard of the Order, and their Marshall for Gridania and the Twin Adders. When they deploy on missions, Felix often is assigned to her command, hence his common occurance to call her &amp;quot;commander.&amp;quot; Probably the kindest soul he had ever met, he is in awe of her, the miqo'te being someone simply inspiring. Though , for that same reason, he has to shun the help she keeps trying to offer him. While they all carry their own demons and are haunted by their own ghosts...She is all but a mother to the Order, it seems to him, and he couldn't in good faith add his troubles to the rest she takes on for herself helping everyone. He had the unexpected, and likely accidental, honor of standing with her at her wedding.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Ciel Wulfe]]''' - He's had little interaction with the elezen bard that serves as the Order's Marshal to Ul'dah and the Immortal Flames. While some passing conversation and reactions he's witnessed from her has him curious as to her history and affiliations, she strikes him as a loyal ally and a someone he's grateful to have at his back, and someone that could offer good counsel on matters he might not take to others...And the type of woman to take great pains not to get on the bad side of.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Lucydne Markfyre]]''' - Another member of the Order of the Sword and Rose, he didn't know much about her until they weathered a blizzard together in Coerthas, followed by another run-in where they traveled several days together to aide one another. He counts her as a friend and trustworthy, and she knows more about him than any other in the Order save one. &lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Deirdre Ta'ea]]''' - Another beautiful elezen he met through the Order, brought around one day by Quarimar. An interesting woman to be sure, her brusque and occasionally rude attitude hardly bothered him the way it bothered others. Their occasional talks showed that they might not be too different from one another, and after an incident in Mist, she's the only one in Eorzea that knows almost everything about him. She seems insistent on helping him recover from all of that, and as time passed, they seem to have struck something akin to a friendship and understanding. She was a driving force that pulled him out of one of his darkest periods, and while he has little idea if he can do the same for her, he is intent on being there for her if she'll have him.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Zasha Hope]]''' - A young hyur girl that has become as a sister to him in all but blood, a fact that now rather scares him considering the revelation of who her father is, she's nonetheless one of the people he cares for most in his life. Where most of the Order tries to coddle and protect her, and admittedly woe befall anyone he sees harming her, he tries to encourage her to strike out more and live a little. To this end he's gives her a monocle resembling that of her hero, Hildebrand Manderville...only to be swept up as her assistant when she goes into &amp;quot;Inspector Mode.&amp;quot; Now, if only he could stop pissing off her other personality...&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Astorin Ebrelnaux]]'' - Another officer of the Order, Konner Kinkaid's second-in-command. A young man that he feels still has much to learn of being a leader, Felix is wary of him after being questioned on his past. The conversation, despite assurances one's past didn't matter, left him feeling uneasy for a number of reasons. &lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Farrson Odim]]''' - An acquaintance, mostly, as Felix and Farrson don't interact too often, the man is nonetheless one Felix respects. As scathingly sarcastic as few people Felix has met before, Farrson has still proven himself to be a loyal ally and one to not break from his beliefs...and a pretty damned good sparring partner as well. The introduction of his new &amp;quot;friend,&amp;quot; Shade, was met with an arched brow, but...Well, to each their own. One of the more recent people to question Felix's past, he was directed to another track, although he has no idea if Farrson's new idea that he is a Warrior of Light will come back to bite him in the ass or not.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* &amp;quot;Felix...That man is certainly adept at hiding his flasks since the Order has been on him for his drinking.&amp;quot; - [[Lucydne Markfyre]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Felix is a good man.  I trust him.&amp;quot; - [[C'rhisi Tohbei]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;For some, 'tis never enough to bear pain and overcome it, it becomes as armor.  Would that we all could learn how it may shield us from further harm, and yet keep others away.&amp;quot; - [[Ciel Wulfe]]&lt;br /&gt;
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==Annotations==&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Felix Drake</title>
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		<updated>2015-01-19T18:08:22Z</updated>

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| race = Hyur&lt;br /&gt;
| clan = Highlander&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_1_value = Mid-Late 30's&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_2_value = 6'7&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. He is not the only son of an Ala Mhigan merchant family, forced to flee the fall of the city. He was raised on the road, and in the Far East with trading contacts of his family, before returning to Eorzea to fight the Garleans in their first invasion. He may have traveled to all these places, but, not quite with that story.&lt;br /&gt;
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His true name is Felix sas Scelan, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of anything anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
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When he was just barely into his teens he was handed over to the legions. His life as a soldier started as a young infiltrator of Ala Mhigo, one of many used by Gaius van Baelsar to stir chaos and dissent inside the city. After Ala Mhigo fell, he was transferred to the front in the Far East, fighting in numerous campaigns and engagements. Eventually he would obtain the rank of tribune, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance missions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus, and moved once again to Eorzea. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with Gaius Van Baelsar once again to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific eidolons...One in particular, a man named Crassus, turned on the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invader, the other a force led by Crassus. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head...&lt;br /&gt;
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When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
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While in Ul'dah once, and finding himself in need of aide, he was pointed to the direction of the Order of the Sword and Rose by an informant named Wymond. After meeting them, and for reasons he isn't entirely certain of, he ended up joining their ranks, a large brake from his lone wolf ways. Despite seeming to fit in well with the group, and finding a sense of camaraderie he had thought lost with the death of his unit, he still has yet to reveal much about himself to them. After all, even if he is a traitor and a deserter, he is still a Garlean, and holds some loyalty still to his homeland. And few, he believes, would accept that...&lt;br /&gt;
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==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
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As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the eidolon threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
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===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
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===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade and sword, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* He can dance, and surprisingly well. Good luck getting him to, though.&lt;br /&gt;
::* He can hold his alcohol pretty damned well, and enjoys a good drink. While not picky, he does absolutely refuse to drink anything that comes from the Far East.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite slowly making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A woman is sorely needed in his life, before he gets himself killed.&lt;br /&gt;
::* A mission that exposed him to high concentrations of aetherical radiation and voidal energies has left him almost completely unable to have children. Odds are his family line ends with him, a fact that does weigh heavily on his mind at times.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Mother - Lillia Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Crassus tol Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Everyone Else===&lt;br /&gt;
'''Disclaimer:''' ''This is a work in progress, and I slowly get to do more IC. It's nothing personal if you don't see your character here--as Felix forms opinions on others, it'll end up here. Of course, if you think you should be here, just send me a message so I get my lazy butt in here and add your character.&lt;br /&gt;
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NOTE: These are all what Felix himself THINKS about characters, from his impressions IC or events IC. They do not, in any way, pass real judgment, insist upon canon facts, or enact on canonicity in any way, shape, or form. They are purely impressions and personal opinions.''&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Konner Kinkaid]]''' - The leader of the Order of the Sword and Rose. A man that Felix respects, he is nonetheless wary of the man. Despite their few talks since Felix has come to the Order, the knowledge that they fought on opposites sides of the war that destroyed Kin's homeland troubles Felix, as he can't help but fear that will still cause tension between them down the line, if not worse. But until such a time, Felix obeys the man like the soldier he is even if he disagrees with some of the choices the man makes. He's grateful for the place allowed to him in the Order, a place he never expected to find, and until such a time that troubles arise, he plans to follow Kin until the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[C'rhisi Tohbei]]''' - A bard of the Order, and their Marshall for Gridania and the Twin Adders. When they deploy on missions, Felix often is assigned to her command, hence his common occurance to call her &amp;quot;commander.&amp;quot; Probably the kindest soul he had ever met, he is in awe of her, the miqo'te being someone simply inspiring. Though , for that same reason, he has to shun the help she keeps trying to offer him. While they all carry their own demons and are haunted by their own ghosts...She is all but a mother to the Order, it seems to him, and he couldn't in good faith add his troubles to the rest she takes on for herself helping everyone. He had the unexpected, and likely accidental, honor of standing with her at her wedding.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Ciel Wulfe]]''' - He's had little interaction with the elezen bard that serves as the Order's Marshal to Ul'dah and the Immortal Flames. While some passing conversation and reactions he's witnessed from her has him curious as to her history and affiliations, she strikes him as a loyal ally and a someone he's grateful to have at his back, and someone that could offer good counsel on matters he might not take to others...And the type of woman to take great pains not to get on the bad side of.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Lucydne Markfyre]]''' - Another member of the Order of the Sword and Rose, he didn't know much about her until they weathered a blizzard together in Coerthas, followed by another run-in where they traveled several days together to aide one another. He counts her as a friend and trustworthy, and she knows more about him than any other in the Order save one. &lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Deirdre Ta'ea]]''' - Another beautiful elezen he met through the Order, brought around one day by Quarimar. An interesting woman to be sure, her brusque and occasionally rude attitude hardly bothered him the way it bothered others. Their occasional talks showed that they might not be too different from one another, and after an incident in Mist, she's the only one in Eorzea that knows almost everything about him. She seems insistent on helping him recover from all of that, and as time passed, they seem to have struck something akin to a friendship and understanding. She was a driving force that pulled him out of one of his darkest periods, and while he has little idea if he can do the same for her, he is intent on being there for her if she'll have him.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Zasha Hope]]''' - A young hyur girl that has become as a sister to him in all but blood, a fact that now rather scares him considering the revelation of who her father is, she's nonetheless one of the people he cares for most in his life. Where most of the Order tries to coddle and protect her, and admittedly woe befall anyone he sees harming her, he tries to encourage her to strike out more and live a little. To this end he's gives her a monocle resembling that of her hero, Hildebrand Manderville...only to be swept up as her assistant when she goes into &amp;quot;Inspector Mode.&amp;quot; Now, if only he could stop pissing off her other personality...&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Astorin Ebrelnaux]]'' - Another officer of the Order, Konner Kinkaid's second-in-command. A young man that he feels still has much to learn of being a leader, Felix is wary of him after being questioned on his past. The conversation, despite assurances one's past didn't matter, left him feeling uneasy for a number of reasons. &lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Farrson Odim]]''' - An acquaintance, mostly, as Felix and Farrson don't interact too often, the man is nonetheless one Felix respects. As scathingly sarcastic as few people Felix has met before, Farrson has still proven himself to be a loyal ally and one to not break from his beliefs...and a pretty damned good sparring partner as well. The introduction of his new &amp;quot;friend,&amp;quot; Shade, was met with an arched brow, but...Well, to each their own. One of the more recent people to question Felix's past, he was directed to another track, although he has no idea if Farrson's new idea that he is a Warrior of Light will come back to bite him in the ass or not.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* &amp;quot;Felix...man is certainly adept at hiding his flasks since the Order has been on him for his drinking.&amp;quot; - [[Lucydne Markfyre]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Felix is a good man.  I trust him.&amp;quot; - [[C'rhisi Tohbei]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;For some, 'tis never enough to bear pain and overcome it, it becomes as armor.  Would that we all could learn how it may shield us from further harm, and yet keep others away.&amp;quot; - [[Ciel Wulfe]]&lt;br /&gt;
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==Annotations==&lt;br /&gt;
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This Template was created by [[Deirdre Ta'ea]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>FinalStrigon</name></author>
		
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		<id>https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Felix_Drake&amp;diff=71308</id>
		<title>Felix Drake</title>
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		<updated>2015-01-19T18:07:14Z</updated>

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| citizenship = Garlean (claims Ala Mhigan)&lt;br /&gt;
| race = Hyur&lt;br /&gt;
| clan = Highlander&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1 = Age&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1_value = Mid-Late 30's&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_2_value = 6'7&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_3_value = 250 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_5_value = Neutral&lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. He is not the only son of an Ala Mhigan merchant family, forced to flee the fall of the city. He was raised on the road, and in the Far East with trading contacts of his family, before returning to Eorzea to fight the Garleans in their first invasion. He may have traveled to all these places, but, not quite with that story.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His true name is Felix sas Scelan, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of anything anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
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When he was just barely into his teens he was handed over to the legions. His life as a soldier started as a young infiltrator of Ala Mhigo, one of many used by Gaius van Baelsar to stir chaos and dissent inside the city. After Ala Mhigo fell, he was transferred to the front in the Far East, fighting in numerous campaigns and engagements. Eventually he would obtain the rank of tribune, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance missions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus, and moved once again to Eorzea. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with Gaius Van Baelsar once again to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific eidolons...One in particular, a man named Crassus, turned on the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invader, the other a force led by Crassus. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head...&lt;br /&gt;
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When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
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While in Ul'dah once, and finding himself in need of aide, he was pointed to the direction of the Order of the Sword and Rose by an informant named Wymond. After meeting them, and for reasons he isn't entirely certain of, he ended up joining their ranks, a large brake from his lone wolf ways. Despite seeming to fit in well with the group, and finding a sense of camaraderie he had thought lost with the death of his unit, he still has yet to reveal much about himself to them. After all, even if he is a traitor and a deserter, he is still a Garlean, and holds some loyalty still to his homeland. And few, he believes, would accept that...&lt;br /&gt;
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==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
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As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the eidolon threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
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===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
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===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade and sword, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* He can dance, and surprisingly well. Good luck getting him to, though.&lt;br /&gt;
::* He can hold his alcohol pretty damned well, and enjoys a good drink. While not picky, he does absolutely refuse to drink anything that comes from the Far East.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite slowly making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A woman is sorely needed in his life, before he gets himself killed.&lt;br /&gt;
::* A mission that exposed him to high concentrations of aetherical radiation and voidal energies has left him almost completely unable to have children. Odds are his family line ends with him, a fact that does weigh heavily on his mind at times.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Mother - Lillia Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Crassus tol Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Everyone Else===&lt;br /&gt;
'''Disclaimer:''' ''This is a work in progress, and I slowly get to do more IC. It's nothing personal if you don't see your character here--as Felix forms opinions on others, it'll end up here. Of course, if you think you should be here, just send me a message so I get my lazy butt in here and add your character.&lt;br /&gt;
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NOTE: These are all what Felix himself THINKS about characters, from his impressions IC or events IC. They do not, in any way, pass real judgment, insist upon canon facts, or enact on canonicity in any way, shape, or form. They are purely impressions and personal opinions.''&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Konner Kinkaid]]''' - The leader of the Order of the Sword and Rose. A man that Felix respects, he is nonetheless wary of the man. Despite their few talks since Felix has come to the Order, the knowledge that they fought on opposites sides of the war that destroyed Kin's homeland troubles Felix, as he can't help but fear that will still cause tension between them down the line, if not worse. But until such a time, Felix obeys the man like the soldier he is even if he disagrees with some of the choices the man makes. He's grateful for the place allowed to him in the Order, a place he never expected to find, and until such a time that troubles arise, he plans to follow Kin until the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[C'rhisi Tohbei]]''' - A bard of the Order, and their Marshall for Gridania and the Twin Adders. When they deploy on missions, Felix often is assigned to her command, hence his common occurance to call her &amp;quot;commander.&amp;quot; Probably the kindest soul he had ever met, he is in awe of her, the miqo'te being someone simply inspiring. Though , for that same reason, he has to shun the help she keeps trying to offer him. While they all carry their own demons and are haunted by their own ghosts...She is all but a mother to the Order, it seems to him, and he couldn't in good faith add his troubles to the rest she takes on for herself helping everyone. He had the unexpected, and likely accidental, honor of standing with her at her wedding.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Ciel Wulfe]]''' - He's had little interaction with the elezen bard that serves as the Order's Marshal to Ul'dah and the Immortal Flames. While some passing conversation and reactions he's witnessed from her has him curious as to her history and affiliations, she strikes him as a loyal ally and a someone he's grateful to have at his back, and someone that could offer good counsel on matters he might not take to others...And the type of woman to take great pains not to get on the bad side of.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Lucydne Markfyre]]''' - Another member of the Order of the Sword and Rose, he didn't know much about her until they weathered a blizzard together in Coerthas, followed by another run-in where they traveled several days together to aide one another. He counts her as a friend and trustworthy, and she knows more about him than any other in the Order save one. &lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Deirdre Ta'ea]]''' - Another beautiful elezen he met through the Order, brought around one day by Quarimar. An interesting woman to be sure, her brusque and occasionally rude attitude hardly bothered him the way it bothered others. Their occasional talks showed that they might not be too different from one another, and after an incident in Mist, she's the only one in Eorzea that knows almost everything about him. She seems insistent on helping him recover from all of that, and as time passed, they seem to have struck something akin to a friendship and understanding. She was a driving force that pulled him out of one of his darkest periods, and while he has little idea if he can do the same for her, he is intent on being there for her if she'll have him.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Zasha Hope]]''' - A young hyur girl that has become as a sister to him in all but blood, a fact that now rather scares him considering the revelation of who her father is, she's nonetheless one of the people he cares for most in his life. Where most of the Order tries to coddle and protect her, and admittedly woe befall anyone he sees harming her, he tries to encourage her to strike out more and live a little. To this end he's gives her a monocle resembling that of her hero, Hildebrand Manderville...only to be swept up as her assistant when she goes into &amp;quot;Inspector Mode.&amp;quot; Now, if only he could stop pissing off her other personality...&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Astorin Ebrelnaux]]'' - Another officer of the Order, Konner Kinkaid's second-in-command. A young man that he feels still has much to learn of being a leader, Felix is wary of him after being questioned on his past. The conversation, despite assurances one's past didn't matter, left him feeling uneasy for a number of reasons. &lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Farrson Odim]]''' - An acquaintance, mostly, as Felix and Farrson don't interact too often, the man is nonetheless one Felix respects. As scathingly sarcastic as few people Felix has met before, Farrson has still proven himself to be a loyal ally and one to not break from his beliefs...and a pretty damned good sparring partner as well. The introduction of his new &amp;quot;friend,&amp;quot; Shade, was met with an arched brow, but...Well, to each their own. One of the more recent people to question Felix's past, he was directed to another track, although he has no idea if Farrson's new idea that he is a Warrior of Light will come back to bite him in the ass or not.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* &amp;quot;Felix...man is certainly adept at hiding his flasks since the Order has been on him for his drinking.&amp;quot; - [[Lucydne Markfyre]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Felix is a good man.  I trust him.&amp;quot; - [[C'rhisi Tohbei]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;For some, 'tis never enough to bear pain and overcome it, it becomes as armor.  Would that we all could learn how it may shield us from further harm, and yet keep others away.&amp;quot; - [[Ciel Wulfe]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;''PLEASE NOTE: This Wiki is constantly changing and updating. Last update made: October, 2014. Review at your own risk, this wiki does contain spoilers that are for OOC purposes only.'' &lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. His parents weren't traveling merchants that had him in some random stretch of land, and he wasn't raised on the road. This, and the rest of his past as he tells people who ask, was merely a story he developed to not be killed or imprisoned on the spot should his true origins come about.&lt;br /&gt;
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His true name is Felix van Scelan, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of something anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once he was old enough he was enlisted into the imperial army, starting off as a common foot soldier instead of being granted an officer's rank immediately due to his birth. It was expected that anyone with goal to lead men in war had to first share the same burdens of the men they would be commanding. He fought in numerous conflicts under the empire's banner, slowly raising through the ranks. Eventually he would obtain the rank of centurion, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with the Legatus Gaius Van Baelsar, as he had served under Gaius in the XIV Legion early in his career, to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific primals...One in particular, a man named Crassus, reported back of their actions, and on the eve of the Battle of Cartenau, Felix and his brothers and sisters in arms were set upon by their own.&lt;br /&gt;
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He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invader, the other as a deserter and traitor. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head that he still had a part to play in the shadows...&lt;br /&gt;
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When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
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While in Ul'dah once, and finding himself in need of aide, he was pointed to the direction of the Order of the Sword and Rose by an informant named Wymond. After meeting them, and for reasons he isn't entirely certain of, he ended up joining their ranks, a large brake from his lone wolf ways. Despite seeming to fit in well with the group, and finding a sense of camaraderie he had thought lost with the death of his unit, he still has let to reveal much about himself to them. After all, even if he is a traitor and a deserter, he is still a Garlean, and holds some loyalty still to his homeland. And few, he believes, would accept that...&lt;br /&gt;
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==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
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As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the Primal threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. And, in their defense, he does recognize that the legate in charge of the invasion wasn't presenting them many other options other than war. Now he sees how poorly Garlemald has treated Eorzea, and does the only thing he feels is right: aide them in their defense of their homes and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
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===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
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::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* He had sworn off drinking. Recent events caused him to take the habit up again, much to the concern of some of those around him.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite slowly making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A woman is sorely needed in his life, before he gets himself killed.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius Van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Mother - Lillia Sas Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Crassus nan Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Everyone Else===&lt;br /&gt;
'''Disclaimer:''' ''This is a work in progress, and I slowly get to do more IC. It's nothing personal if you don't see your character here, as Felix forms opinions on others, it'll end up here. Of course, if you think you should be here, just send me a message so I get my lazy butt in hear and add your character. Also...forgive me if I don't link to your wiki page, I haven't figured out how to do that yet.&lt;br /&gt;
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NOTE: These are all what Felix himself THINKS about characters, from his impressions IC or events IC. They do not, in any way, pass real judgement, insist upon canon facts, or enact on canonically in any way, shape, or form. They are purely impressions and personal opinions.''&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Konner Kinkaid]]''' - The leader of the Order of the Sword and Rose. A man that Felix respects, he is nonetheless wary of the man. Despite their few talks since Felix has come to the Order, the knowledge that they fought on opposites sides of the war that destroyed Kin's homeland haunts Felix, as he can't help but fear that will still cause tension between them down the line, if not worse. But until such a time, Felix obeys the man like the soldier he is. He's grateful for the place allowed to him in the Order, a place he never expected to find, and until such a time that troubles arise, he plans to follow Kin until the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[C'rhisi Tohbei]]''' - A bard of the Order, and their Marshall for Gridania and the Twin Adders. When they deploy on missions, Felix often is assigned to her command, hence his common occurance to call her &amp;quot;commander.&amp;quot; Probably the kindest soul he had ever met, he is in awe of her, the miqo'te being someone simply inspiring. Though , for that same reason, he has to shun the help she keeps trying to offer him. While they all carry their own demons and are haunted by their own ghosts...She is all but a mother to the Order, it seems to him, and he couldn't in good faith add his troubles to the rest she takes on for herself helping everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Ciel Wulfe]]''' - He's had little interaction with the beautiful elezen that serves as the Order's Marshal to Ul'dah and the Immortal Flames. While some passing conversation and reactions he's witnessed from her has him suspicious on some matters about her, she strikes him as a loyal ally and a someone he's grateful to have at his back...And the type of woman to take great pains not to get on the bad side of.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Lucydne Markfyre]]''' - Another member of the Order of the Sword and Rose, he didn't know much about her until they weathered a blizzard together in Coerthas, followed by another run-in where they traveled several days together to aide one another. He counts her as a friend and trustworthy, and she knows more about him know than any other in the Order save one. He is concerned about her, though, with what he's learned of her, and hopes he can help her before she ends up in the same grave he's walking towards himself. &lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Deirdre Ta'ea]]''' - A beautiful elezen he met through the Order, brought around one day by Quarimar. An interesting woman to be sure, her brusque and occasionally rude attitude hardly bothered him the way it bothered others. Their occasional talks showed that they might not be too different from one another, and after a recent incident in Mist, she's the only one in Eorzea that knows almost everything about him. His secret, his woes, the demon chasing him into an early grave...She seems insistent on helping him recover from all of that, though he is reluctant to accept her help, less his presence around her destroy the life she has for herself now.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* Some say Felix and Oni enjoy polishing their spears late at night. &lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Felix...man is certainly adept at hiding his flasks since the Order has been on him for his drinking.&amp;quot; - [[Lucydne Markfyre]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Felix is a good man.  I trust him.&amp;quot; - [[C'rhisi Tohbei]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;For some, 'tis never enough to bear pain and overcome it, it becomes as armor.  Would that we all could learn how it may shield us from further harm, and yet keep others away.&amp;quot; - [[Ciel Wulfe]]&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Felix Drake</title>
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. His parents weren't traveling merchants that had him in some random stretch of land, and he wasn't raised on the road. This, and the rest of his past as he tells people who ask, was merely a story he developed to not be killed or imprisoned on the spot should his true origins come about.&lt;br /&gt;
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His true name is Felix van Scelan, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of something anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once he was old enough he was enlisted into the imperial army, starting off as a common foot soldier instead of being granted an officer's rank immediately due to his birth. It was expected that anyone with goal to lead men in war had to first share the same burdens of the men they would be commanding. He fought in numerous conflicts under the empire's banner, slowly raising through the ranks. Eventually he would obtain the rank of centurion, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with the Legatus Gaius Van Baelsar, as he had served under Gaius in the XIV Legion early in his career, to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific primals...One in particular, a man named Crassus, reported back of their actions, and on the eve of the Battle of Cartenau, Felix and his brothers and sisters in arms were set upon by their own.&lt;br /&gt;
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He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invader, the other as a deserter and traitor. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head that he still had a part to play in the shadows...&lt;br /&gt;
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When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
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While in Ul'dah once, and finding himself in need of aide, he was pointed to the direction of the Order of the Sword and Rose by an informant named Wymond. After meeting them, and for reasons he isn't entirely certain of, he ended up joining their ranks, a large brake from his lone wolf ways. Despite seeming to fit in well with the group, and finding a sense of camaraderie he had thought lost with the death of his unit, he still has let to reveal much about himself to them. After all, even if he is a traitor and a deserter, he is still a Garlean, and holds some loyalty still to his homeland. And few, he believes, would accept that...&lt;br /&gt;
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==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
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As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the Primal threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. And, in their defense, he does recognize that the legate in charge of the invasion wasn't presenting them many other options other than war. Now he sees how poorly Garlemald has treated Eorzea, and does the only thing he feels is right: aide them in their defense of their homes and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
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::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
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::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* He had sworn off drinking. Recent events caused him to take the habit up again, much to the concern of some of those around him.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite slowly making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A woman is sorely needed in his life, before he gets himself killed.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius Van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Mother - Lillia Sas Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Crassus nan Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Disclaimer:''' ''This is a work in progress, and I slowly get to do more IC. It's nothing personal if you don't see your character here, as Felix forms opinions on others, it'll end up here. Of course, if you think you should be here, just send me a message so I get my lazy butt in hear and add your character. Also...forgive me if I don't link to your wiki page, I haven't figured out how to do that yet.&lt;br /&gt;
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NOTE: These are all what Felix himself THINKS about characters, from his impressions IC or events IC. They do not, in any way, pass real judgement, insist upon canon facts, or enact on canonically in any way, shape, or form. They are purely impressions and personal opinions.''&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Konner Kinkaid]]''' - The leader of the Order of the Sword and Rose. A man that Felix respects, he is nonetheless wary of the man. Despite their few talks since Felix has come to the Order, the knowledge that they fought on opposites sides of the war that destroyed Kin's homeland haunts Felix, as he can't help but fear that will still cause tension between them down the line, if not worse. But until such a time, Felix obeys the man like the soldier he is. He's grateful for the place allowed to him in the Order, a place he never expected to find, and until such a time that troubles arise, he plans to follow Kin until the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[C'rhisi Tohbei]]''' - A bard of the Order, and their Marshall for Gridania and the Twin Adders. When they deploy on missions, Felix often is assigned to her command, hence his common occurance to call her &amp;quot;commander.&amp;quot; Probably the kindest soul he had ever met, he is in awe of her, the miqo'te being someone simply inspiring. Though , for that same reason, he has to shun the help she keeps trying to offer him. While they all carry their own demons and are haunted by their own ghosts...She is all but a mother to the Order, it seems to him, and he couldn't in good faith add his troubles to the rest she takes on for herself helping everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Ciel Wulfe]]''' - He's had little interaction with the beautiful elezen that serves as the Order's Marshal to Ul'dah and the Immortal Flames. While some passing conversation and reactions he's witnessed from her has him suspicious on some matters about her, she strikes him as a loyal ally and a someone he's grateful to have at his back...And the type of woman to take great pains not to get on the bad side of.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Lucydne Markfyre]]''' - Another member of the Order of the Sword and Rose, he didn't know much about her until they weathered a blizzard together in Coerthas, followed by another run-in where they traveled several days together to aide one another. He counts her as a friend and trustworthy, and she knows more about him know than any other in the Order save one. He is concerned about her, though, with what he's learned of her, and hopes he can help her before she ends up in the same grave he's walking towards himself. &lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Deirdre Ta'ea]]''' - A beautiful elezen he met through the Order, brought around one day by Quarimar. An interesting woman to be sure, her brusque and occasionally rude attitude hardly bothered him the way it bothered others. Their occasional talks showed that they might not be too different from one another, and after a recent incident in Mist, she's the only one in Eorzea that knows almost everything about him. His secret, his woes, the demon chasing him into an early grave...She seems insistent on helping him recover from all of that, though he is reluctant to accept her help, less his presence around her destroy the life she has for herself now.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* Some say Felix and Oni enjoy polishing their spears late at night. &lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Felix...man is certainly adept at hiding his flasks since the Order has been on him for his drinking.&amp;quot; - [[Lucydne Markfyre]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Felix is a good man.  I trust him.&amp;quot; - [[C'rhisi Tohbei]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;For some, 'tis never enough to bear pain and overcome it, it becomes as armor.  Would that we all could learn how it may shield us from further harm, and yet keep others away.&amp;quot; - [[Ciel Wulfe]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;''&amp;quot;Conjurers are not the only ones capable of granting succor.  Who remains behind once that healer realizes nothing more can be done, and the deathly ill or wounded are left to their fate? No, a part of my task is to sing those ailing souls to their rest and grant them peace enough to let go of their worldly fetters.  'Tis the least I can do when others turn away.&amp;quot;'' ~ Ciel Wulfe&lt;br /&gt;
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=History=&lt;br /&gt;
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Having been born and raised in Gridania, Ciel has a deeply ingrained appreciation for the Twelveswood and Her many wild inhabitants. Her parents frequently encouraged her to pursue the path of a Conjurer due to a knack for hearing the occasional whisper from the wood, but she never felt it would be her true calling.&lt;br /&gt;
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Early on, she discovered a love for the bow and often stole into the Quiver's Hold to watch the archers practice. She would also sometimes &amp;quot;borrow&amp;quot; a bow to practice, only to snap herself with the string time and again. Spindly arms aren't great for shooting effectively, but time and persistence saw her growing in strength and skill, and the accidental self-flagilations became less of a problem.&lt;br /&gt;
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Likewise, despite her parents discouraging her from talking to adventurers from abroad, Ciel often found herself enthralled with their stories when they passed through Gridania. Tales of courage, romance, monster-slaying -- and so many of those were embellished for the sake of entertainment value , but she didn't care. It set a spark of interest within her for a taste of the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her own adventures, when she became old enough, led her all over Eorzea with a variety of people. Some became dear to her, as siblings she never had. She had always been fed on the belief that outsiders weren't worth the time, that the people of the other nations were selfish and insular when, in truth and with time, she looked back on her own kind and saw these same flaws. Seeing the world with her own eyes meant learning many more truths, and she came to settle in Ul'dah with her comrades. She still longed for the Twelveswood, but not for the city of her birth.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ciel eventually followed the same calling as her comrades, but rather than returning to Gridania to join the Twin Adders, she consigned herself to the Immortal Flames. This not only paid well for a while, but it kept her busy. Some of the missions she was sent on, however, became more and more troubling and she soon found herself at Carteneau. Even arriving there was a grim matter, but regret never truly set in until she got into the thick of the fray and watched her companions fall - often messily - one by one.&lt;br /&gt;
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The coming of Bahamut, and then becoming engulfed in a brilliant white light... these were the last things she experienced before finding herself suddenly in one of the cities again. She felt like she had been asleep for a long time, and had awoken with a mind rattled by hazy nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;
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(For more history, see the story post The Long Road Home)&lt;br /&gt;
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=Personality=&lt;br /&gt;
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Ciel has seen much in her time, yet some of those memories are hazy, like viewing events through frosted glass. There are reasons for this, as yet unknown to her, and she intends to find out what these reasons are and recall these events with clarity, for better or worse. She would perhaps be better off not remembering the Battle of Carteneau and what became of some of her comrades there. Despite this, Ciel is not one given to angst where others can see it, but she plays her harp as much for her own succor as that of others.&lt;br /&gt;
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Most people will meet a gentle-tempered Elezen, one lacking the haughty, self-important nature witnessed in many of her brethren. It may be that her experiences have humbled her, or she hears and understands more of the voices inhabiting the Shroud than she would let on. There is enough wrath among the Elementals without one Elezen feeding it further.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her search for answers leaves her drifting from place to place, while her loneliness keeps her moving between clusters of people. Those who don't seem to possess the answers she seeks will likely see her move on sooner than those who may be on a certain path.&lt;br /&gt;
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Those who truly get to know her will learn what makes her tick, and may be treated to humor laced with sarcasm and graced with a smirk. They will also have a friend for life.&lt;br /&gt;
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She's possessed of a strong sense of justice and won't tolerate those who pick on refugees, the poor, and the weak. Those who do will find the woman's temper.&lt;br /&gt;
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''Italic'' - Outer Self (Shell Personality)&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Bold''' - Core Self (True Personality)&lt;br /&gt;
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''Calm''&lt;br /&gt;
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''Empathetic''&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Haunted'''&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Searching'''&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Lonely'''&lt;br /&gt;
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''Observant''&lt;br /&gt;
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''Gentle''&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Dry-humored'''&lt;br /&gt;
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''Flirtatious''&lt;br /&gt;
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==Other Notes==&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Likes'''&lt;br /&gt;
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*Walking through the Twelveswood.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Stories, spoken and written.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Understanding, and being understood.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Sweets, especially pastries and cakes.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Stargazing.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Cultivating plants and new trees.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Meeting new people, but especially other Elezen.  Wildwood and Duskwight, alike.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Dislikes'''&lt;br /&gt;
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*...Those stupid reindeer suits. You can't get her to wear one even if your life depends on it.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Being alone for long periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;
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*People who can't lean a little closer to the soap.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Bullies.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Having to take a life, even out of necessity.&lt;br /&gt;
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=Relationships=&lt;br /&gt;
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==Family==&lt;br /&gt;
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*'''Father: Josseloux Sauveterre''' - A talented lancer and instructor with the Wood Wailers.  While he had retired from active duty ten summers prior to the Calamity, he felt obligated to aid in the defense of Gridania against Imperial incursion. He lost his life in battle.&lt;br /&gt;
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*'''Mother: Pienne Sauveterre''' - The one from whom Ciel inherited her gentleness.  As a Conjurer, she was the first to encourage Ciel to enroll with Stillglade Fane.  Distraught over the loss of Josseloux, and believing her daughter lost at Carteneau, Pienne fled deep into the Twelveswood and took her own life.&lt;br /&gt;
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==The Wulfegard==&lt;br /&gt;
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Wulfegard was the name of the Flames unit she was assigned to prior to and during the Battle of Carteneau.  Aside from herself, all other members of the unit were presumed to have been wiped out during the battle and/or Bahamut's attack.  Characters marked as Presumed Deceased can be taken up by anyone willing to play them.  This list is under construction.&lt;br /&gt;
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*'''Morithan Wulfegard''' (PC) - Commander of the unit and the the one responsible for giving it its name.  A Hyur Highlander of advanced age, an honorable &amp;quot;knight&amp;quot; if there ever was one.  Live by the sword, die by the sword.&lt;br /&gt;
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*'''Chavi Banzai''' (Presumed Deceased) - A Seeker of the Sun Miqo'te, U'Chavi Tia, known to the Pugilist's guild as Chavi Banzai, the Screaming Fist.  Quick to laugh, and even quicker with his fists as well as his feet.  He became known for flying off the top rope of fighting rings, running up walls, and doing backflips.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Everyone Else==&lt;br /&gt;
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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 you're not listed here, it's nothing personal.  Either I've forgotten for some reason or your character hasn't made enough of an impression yet for Ciel to form an opinion.''&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Aerostein Epitaph]] - Although she hasn't known Aero for very long, his willingness to be of help with a not-too-small predicament leaves a good impression and has her wanting to learn more about him.  She considers him a good friend and is grateful for his assistance with setting one of her ghosts to rest.&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Bexy Amalaryssia]] - Another acquaintance Ciel first met at the Coffer &amp;amp; Coffin.  The Miqo'te leaves Ciel with the impression that she isn't sure where she belongs, a feeling to which she can relate.&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Corbeaux Baptiste]] - A Duskwight who, at first glance, was nearly mistaken for Jandelaine Hainaut.  She spent some time talking to Corbeaux at the Drowning Wench, discussing everything from the lingering divide between Wildwood and Duskwight, to the self-perception of heroes and villains.  He is interesting company, but his vague description of himself as one who facilitates the trade of information leaves her cautious.  She knows better than to pry too deeply into the business of anyone from Limsa Lominsa.&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Dresden Voltaire]] - A mage from &amp;quot;the North&amp;quot;.  Ciel ventured into Stone Vigil with him, Seth, and Evaleigh in search of treasure, and she has spoken with him several times both before and after.  Although Ciel has come to know Dresden as a friend, her search for the recently stolen Conjurer's Orb has left her with some strong suspicions of his involvement.  She hasn't seen or heard from him recently, and prays for his well-being.&lt;br /&gt;
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*'''Jandelaine Hainaut''' - After having been missing for nearly two entire moons, Jandelaine returned to the Order's doorstep with injuries and a tale of his captivity and repeated beatings over that span of time, the result of supposedly being mistaken for a monster.  With this came a disturbing description of his escape from his captors.  Ciel fears for his mind after all he has endured and wishes to do everything she can to bring him back to who he was prior to this experience, but the confusion caused by his extended absence leaves her somewhat unsure of where they stand at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;
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*'''Jonathan Grayve''' - A Duskwight and former knight with a knack for invention.  She met him at the Gladiator's Guild after receiving a missive which referred him to the Order, and quickly found him to be a good fit for the group.  She can relate to and appreciate his concern for others, and his patience with everything including her uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Kale Aideron]] - Kale and Ciel have often clashed due to misunderstanding, but recent events have given her a newfound respect for the Hyur.  When the chips are down, he will make the tough decisions for everyone's sake.  She would trust the man with her life.  &lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Konner Kinkaid]] - Leader of the Order of the Sword &amp;amp; Rose, and a friend.  He is a quiet person but a strong leader, even if he would deny it.  Humbled and made wiser for his life experiences, Ciel believes him to be good company and their conversations sometimes border on philosophical.&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Mylene Wharf]] - Ciel met Mylene by accident at the Coffer &amp;amp; Coffin, after the young Hyur tripped on Yvelont's sword.  She seems like a sweet girl, in spite of what appears to be a nearly debilitating shyness.  Mylene needs people around her who are willing to be patient, and Ciel is nothing if not patient.&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Oni De'phor]] and '''Raiden''' - A young Hyur displaced and seeking for some way to help others.  Oni has fit right in with the Order, and Raiden seldom fails to keep things lively.  She doesn't mind giving Raiden grief for his questionable behavior.  &lt;br /&gt;
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*'''Sethaner Somerville''' - If Ciel determined her friends by appearance alone, Sethaner would be high on her list.  Fortunately, she doesn't operate that way, but there is no insult intended by the fact she wishes he would wear a shirt once in a while.  He's very easy on the eyes, even if his ears are too short.&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Warren Castille]] - He's a toughie with a heart of gold, the very image of a valiant knight.  He is always willing to encourage her musical inclination, something for which she is grateful.  She is, however, concerned for the man where he always looks so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Yvelont Navarre]] - She met this gentleman following a brief, rained-out performance in Gridania one day and instantly found him familiar, but she could not place why.  Bits and pieces of scattered memory clarified that familiarity amidst recurring dreams of Carteneau.  As a Conjurer, his was the last life she tried to save.  Although he has become a trusted friend and someone she would like to know better, anything else would remain unrequited.&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Zart'ir Arashi]] - The charming Captain of the Raven's Claw has an unusual name for an Elezen, but his reasons for such are perfectly understandable.  Her brief encounters with him have always been pleasant, making him someone she would like to know better.  She accepted his offer to join him aboard his ship for an evening when it set sail, and this gave her a perspective of Limsa Lominsa and La Noscea's coastline which she had never seen before. She is grateful for his offer of sanctuary when she needs it, something she will keep in mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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== Other Connections ==&lt;br /&gt;
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You may know, or know of, Ciel if one of the following is true:&lt;br /&gt;
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*She was one of two performers at the First Annual Royal Ball.  If you were there, you might have seen or heard her sing.&lt;br /&gt;
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*She frequents the taverns in the three main cities, sometimes simply to relax and watch people, other times to sing for the small audiences they offer.  Most often, she can be found at the Quicksand.&lt;br /&gt;
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*She has also become a regular at Coffer &amp;amp; Coffin tavern nights.&lt;br /&gt;
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*You lived in Gridania or were associated with Stillglade Fane up to two years prior to the Calamity.  She may have had some old friends there. Feel free to send me a /tell in game if you're one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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=Rumors=&lt;br /&gt;
==Common Rumors==&lt;br /&gt;
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*&amp;quot;Elezen lass?  Eyes like emeralds, hair as white as mountain rime?  Aye, I've seen 'er.  They say she's got a heavenly voice, but I've yet to hear it for m'self.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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*&amp;quot;Aw, she's a sweetheart.  Might be in her best interest, anyroad, if she did more to secure that shirt o' hers, lest she draw attention she's not wanting, if you know what I mean.&amp;quot; -Wymond&lt;br /&gt;
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==Moderate Rumors==&lt;br /&gt;
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*&amp;quot;I've... I've heard she rides a coeurl.  How does anyone tame such a beast to be ridden like a chocobo??&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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*&amp;quot;She was singing at the Quicksand one evening and I offered her a cactus flower as a tip for one of her songs.  I don't know what it was, but she seemed... not ''ungrateful'', but kind of sad for it.  You'd think I put a dead sparrow in her hat or something, for as reluctant as she was to take it.&amp;quot; -- random Tia botanist&lt;br /&gt;
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==Rare Rumors==&lt;br /&gt;
*&amp;quot;Used to be a Conjurer, that one.  She left out of Gridania about a year or two before the Calamity, then disappeared for five...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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*&amp;quot;I heard this beautiful voice one night while I was on patrol in the Wood.  Couldn't find the source at first, but there she was sitting beside the waterfall, bearing her soul to the night.  I'm afraid I startled her... could've been an Ixal for all she knew.  She dashed for cover when she heard me coming.&amp;quot; -- A young Wood Wailer&lt;br /&gt;
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*&amp;quot;That one is an angel of death.  She arrived amidst a rain storm, not long after grandpere fell ill.  Mayhap it was a mistake inviting her inside to dry off and rest the night.  She asked to play her harp for grandpere, as payment for the hospitality.  ...He passed on by sunrise, albeit peacefully.  The lass left before anyone else awoke, and with nary a sound...&amp;quot; -- Nervous refugee&lt;br /&gt;
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*&amp;quot;Strange coincidence, but she reminded me of someone else who enlisted with the flames some seven summers ago.  Same first name, but different family name... couldn't possibly be the same person.&amp;quot; -- Immortal Flames recordkeeper&lt;br /&gt;
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*&amp;quot;She's in the Quicksand often enough.  It looked like a fight was brewing - yet again - a couple suns ago, and she shouted twice to try and get people to take it outside.  Imagine my surprise later when some of the patrons who had been sitting right by her came up to the counter with cracked wine glasses!  No other table saw this happen with theirs...&amp;quot; -- Momodi&lt;br /&gt;
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*'''The songstress? I don't know what she's looking for, but I hope she finds it.''' -A grim guardian&lt;br /&gt;
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*&amp;quot;A bard, aye, she is that. If that woman is just a poet, though, then I'm the bloody emperor of all Eorzea. That woman is in possession of a keen philosopher's mind and callouses on her fingers from strings far more taut than a harp. I imagine many a man who disregarded her as a songstress has wound up with a look of surprise being the last expression he ever wore.&amp;quot; - Corbeaux Baptiste&lt;br /&gt;
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*''&amp;quot;Miss Ciel? Yeah, I know her. She's so pretty and graceful. Also to note she has a great taste in style. I'm dieing to hear her sing too, she's really talented I hear.&amp;quot;'' - [[Aerostein Epitaph]]&lt;br /&gt;
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*&amp;quot;Have you not heard her songs of virtue? Her voice brings light to the darkest dungeon. I should know, I've seen her crescendo physically tear monsters apart.&amp;quot; - [[Dresden Voltaire]]&lt;br /&gt;
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*&amp;quot;Truly.. Miss Ciel.. I.. don't think I've met anyone like her! She sits by her harp so.. elegant, her voice gentle, her singing soothing, and never fazed by so many surrounding her! I was.. very much startled when I once saw her... pet, though. ..Eh? 'What pet?!' N-No! It's nothing!&amp;quot; - [[Mylene Wharf]]&lt;br /&gt;
*&amp;quot;Ciel? She's awesome, that's all I'm gonna say. She's skilled with a bow from what I hear, and she's hell'uve attractive. She's also a pretty promising songstress.&amp;quot; [[Oscare Iono]]&lt;br /&gt;
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*&amp;quot;Lady Ciel is perfect. She is my idol.&amp;quot; - [[Clara Kleefeld]]&lt;br /&gt;
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*&amp;quot;Ah, she's just...nice, yeah. I...Twelves, I 'ave more to say, if I bloody knew 'ow to word it...&amp;quot; - [[Kale Aideron]]&lt;br /&gt;
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*&amp;quot;Ciel? I hate to think what the Order would be like without her. We don't talk much, but...Word of advice, stay on her good side. She's just as dangerous with a fishing pole as she is with her bow.&amp;quot; - [[Felix Drake]]&lt;br /&gt;
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=IC Quotes and Trivia=&lt;br /&gt;
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==IC Quotes==&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Llaine Tetheros''' - &amp;quot;You're very concerned about the bat getting in between your breasts, aren't you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Ciel''' - &amp;quot;If I wanted anything crawling in between them, Miss, I would date more often.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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'''On the subject of love:''' &amp;quot;'Tis a potent drogue, to be sure.  Once had, one wonders how they ever did without it.  And then the withdrawal pains once 'tis gone... which leave one wondering why they ever thought it was a good idea to begin with.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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==Trivia==&lt;br /&gt;
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*She does not discuss Thierremont. (see The Long Road Home, linked in the Writings section)&lt;br /&gt;
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*Her hair used to be much longer, but she cut it back to her shoulders right before leaving Gridania after Thierremont's death.  Some cultures hold that the cutting of one's hair symbolizes grief, but also a rite of passage or letting go of something in one's past.&lt;br /&gt;
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*She named her coeurl mount Mille Feuille. Not only is it the name of her favorite Gridanian dessert, but it also means &amp;quot;Thousand Leaves&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;Many Layers&amp;quot;. She thought of the name after she noticed the way the ridges on the couerl's neck and limbs looks like overlapping layers, or leaves.&lt;br /&gt;
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*She is a mezzo-soprano.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Ciel is a very pious person and can often be found in places known to be sacred to the Twelve.  She will sometimes collect small tokens as offerings for when she goes to these places, leaving them at whatever might pass for an altar, for each has their place in the grand scheme of things and should be paid their due respects.  Among her favorite things to collect are nuts, seeds, and fresh plant cuttings - anything she can cultivate and offer to Nophica, the Matron - and she will happily accept these things in lieu of gil or other tokens of wealth when she sings in public.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Yep, Ciel's current last name is not lore-centric.  Her family name is actually Sauveterre, which translates similarly to &amp;quot;safe haven&amp;quot;.  She took the last name Wulfe as her way of honoring the first Company she went with to Carteneau, the Wulfegard.  To the best of her knowledge, all other members of the Company died that day.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Ciel still carries the bow she earned when she actively served among the Immortal Flames, and of course she's given it an appropriate name: Star-crossed Serenade.&lt;br /&gt;
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=Writings=&lt;br /&gt;
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This section contains any stories related to this character, and anything written ICly.&lt;br /&gt;
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*[http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=5830| The Long Road Home] - Only a few months after returning to Gridania from her five year absence, Ciel must deal with some pieces of her past.&lt;br /&gt;
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*[http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=6427| The Tale of Kupuri Kap] - One of several poems Ciel has written.&lt;br /&gt;
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*[http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=8329| Tea with Menphina] - A visit to the Sanctum of the Twelve results in a quiet heart to heart with goddess of love.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Felix Drake</title>
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| gender = Male&lt;br /&gt;
| citizenship = Garlean (claims Gridanian)&lt;br /&gt;
| race = Hyur&lt;br /&gt;
| clan = Highlander&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_2_value = 6'3&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_3_value = 220 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_5_value = Good&lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. His parents weren't traveling merchants that had him in some random stretch of land, and he wasn't raised on the road. This, and the rest of his past as he tells people who ask, was merely a story he developed to not be killed or imprisoned on the spot should his true origins come about.&lt;br /&gt;
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His true name is Felix van Scelan, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of something anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once he was old enough he was enlisted into the imperial army, starting off as a common foot soldier instead of being granted an officer's rank immediately due to his birth. It was expected that anyone with goal to lead men in war had to first share the same burdens of the men they would be commanding. He fought in numerous conflicts under the empire's banner, slowly raising through the ranks. Eventually he would obtain the rank of centurion, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with the Legatus Gaius Van Baelsar, as he had served under Gaius in the XIV Legion early in his career, to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific primals...One in particular, a man named Crassus, reported back of their actions, and on the eve of the Battle of Cartenau, Felix and his brothers and sisters in arms were set upon by their own.&lt;br /&gt;
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He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invader, the other as a deserter and traitor. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head that he still had a part to play in the shadows...&lt;br /&gt;
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When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
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While in Ul'dah once, and finding himself in need of aide, he was pointed to the direction of the Order of the Sword and Rose by an informant named Wymond. After meeting them, and for reasons he isn't entirely certain of, he ended up joining their ranks, a large brake from his lone wolf ways. Despite seeming to fit in well with the group, and finding a sense of camaraderie he had thought lost with the death of his unit, he still has let to reveal much about himself to them. After all, even if he is a traitor and a deserter, he is still a Garlean, and holds some loyalty still to his homeland. And few, he believes, would accept that...&lt;br /&gt;
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==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
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As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the Primal threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. And, in their defense, he does recognize that the legate in charge of the invasion wasn't presenting them many other options other than war. Now he sees how poorly Garlemald has treated Eorzea, and does the only thing he feels is right: aide them in their defense of their homes and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
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===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
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===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* He had sworn off drinking. Recent events caused him to take the habit up again, much to the concern of some of those around him.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite slowly making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A woman is sorely needed in his life, before he gets himself killed.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius Van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Mother - Lillia Sas Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Crassus nan Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Everyone Else===&lt;br /&gt;
'''Disclaimer:''' ''This is a work in progress, and I slowly get to do more IC. It's nothing personal if you don't see your character here, as Felix forms opinions on others, it'll end up here. Of course, if you think you should be here, just send me a message so I get my lazy butt in hear and add your character. Also...forgive me if I don't link to your wiki page, I haven't figured out how to do that yet.&lt;br /&gt;
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NOTE: These are all what Felix himself THINKS about characters, from his impressions IC or events IC. They do not, in any way, pass real judgement, insist upon canon facts, or enact on canonically in any way, shape, or form. They are purely impressions and personal opinions.''&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Konner Kinkaid]]''' - The leader of the Order of the Sword and Rose. A man that Felix respects, he is nonetheless wary of the man. Despite their few talks since Felix has come to the Order, the knowledge that they fought on opposites sides of the war that destroyed Kin's homeland haunts Felix, as he can't help but fear that will still cause tension between them down the line, if not worse. But until such a time, Felix obeys the man like the soldier he is. He's grateful for the place allowed to him in the Order, a place he never expected to find, and until such a time that troubles arise, he plans to follow Kin until the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[C'rhisi Tohbei]]''' - A bard of the Order, and their Marshall for Gridania and the Twin Adders. When they deploy on missions, Felix often is assigned to her command, hence his common occurance to call her &amp;quot;commander.&amp;quot; Probably the kindest soul he had ever met, he is in awe of her, the miqo'te being someone simply inspiring. Though , for that same reason, he has to shun the help she keeps trying to offer him. While they all carry their own demons and are haunted by their own ghosts...She is all but a mother to the Order, it seems to him, and he couldn't in good faith add his troubles to the rest she takes on for herself helping everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Ciel Wulfe]]''' - He's had little interaction with the beautiful elezen that serves as the Order's Marshal to Ul'dah and the Immortal Flames. While some passing conversation and reactions he's witnessed from her has him suspicious on some matters about her, she strikes him as a loyal ally and a someone he's grateful to have at his back...And the type of woman to take great pains not to get on the bad side of.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Lucydne Markfyre]]''' - Another member of the Order of the Sword and Rose, he didn't know much about her until they weathered a blizzard together in Coerthas, followed by another run-in where they traveled several days together to aide one another. He counts her as a friend and trustworthy, and she knows more about him know than any other in the Order save one. He is concerned about her, though, with what he's learned of her, and hopes he can help her before she ends up in the same grave he's walking towards himself. &lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''[[Deirdre Ta'ea]]''' - A beautiful elezen he met through the Order, brought around one day by Quarimar. An interesting woman to be sure, her brusque and occasionally rude attitude hardly bothered him the way it bothered others. Their occasional talks showed that they might not be too different from one another, and after a recent incident in Mist, she's the only one in Eorzea that knows almost everything about him. His secret, his woes, the demon chasing him into an early grave...She seems insistent on helping him recover from all of that, though he is reluctant to accept her help, less his presence around her destroy the life she has for herself now.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Rumors==&lt;br /&gt;
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::* Some say Felix and Oni enjoy polishing their spears late at night. &lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Felix...man is certainly adept at hiding his flasks since the Order has been on him for his drinking.&amp;quot; - [[Lucydne Markfyre]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Felix is a good man.  I trust him.&amp;quot; - [[C'rhisi Tohbei]]&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Felix Drake</title>
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		<updated>2014-10-18T20:47:26Z</updated>

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| name = Felix Drake&lt;br /&gt;
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| gender = Male&lt;br /&gt;
| citizenship = Garlean (claims Gridanian)&lt;br /&gt;
| race = Hyur&lt;br /&gt;
| clan = Highlander&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_1_value = Early 30's&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2 = Height&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2_value = 6'3&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_3_value = 220 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_5_value = Good&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_6_value = None&lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. His parents weren't traveling merchants that had him in some random stretch of land, and he wasn't raised on the road. This, and the rest of his past as he tells people who ask, was merely a story he developed to not be killed or imprisoned on the spot should his true origins come about.&lt;br /&gt;
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His true name is Felix van Scelan, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of something anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once he was old enough he was enlisted into the imperial army, starting off as a common foot soldier instead of being granted an officer's rank immediately due to his birth. It was expected that anyone with goal to lead men in war had to first share the same burdens of the men they would be commanding. He fought in numerous conflicts under the empire's banner, slowly raising through the ranks. Eventually he would obtain the rank of centurion, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with the Legatus Gaius Van Baelsar, as he had served under Gaius in the XIV Legion early in his career, to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific primals...One in particular, a man named Crassus, reported back of their actions, and on the eve of the Battle of Cartenau, Felix and his brothers and sisters in arms were set upon by their own.&lt;br /&gt;
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He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invader, the other as a deserter and traitor. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head that he still had a part to play in the shadows...&lt;br /&gt;
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When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
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While in Ul'dah once, and finding himself in need of aide, he was pointed to the direction of the Order of the Sword and Rose by an informant named Wymond. After meeting them, and for reasons he isn't entirely certain of, he ended up joining their ranks, a large brake from his lone wolf ways. Despite seeming to fit in well with the group, and finding a sense of camaraderie he had thought lost with the death of his unit, he still has let to reveal much about himself to them. After all, even if he is a traitor and a deserter, he is still a Garlean, and holds some loyalty still to his homeland. And few, he believes, would accept that...&lt;br /&gt;
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==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
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As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the Primal threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. And, in their defense, he does recognize that the legate in charge of the invasion wasn't presenting them many other options other than war. Now he sees how poorly Garlemald has treated Eorzea, and does the only thing he feels is right: aide them in their defense of their homes and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
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===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
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===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Other===&lt;br /&gt;
::* He had sworn off drinking. Recent events caused him to take the habit up again, much to the concern of some of those around him.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite slowly making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A woman is sorely needed in his life, before he gets himself killed.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius Van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Mother - Lillia Sas Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Crassus nan Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Everyone Else===&lt;br /&gt;
'''Disclaimer:''' ''This is a work in progress, and I slowly get to do more IC. It's nothing personal if you don't see your character here, as Felix forms opinions on others, it'll end up here. Of course, if you think you should be here, just send me a message so I get my lazy butt in hear and add your character. Also...forgive me if I don't link to your wiki page, I haven't figured out how to do that yet.&lt;br /&gt;
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NOTE: These are all what Felix himself THINKS about characters, from his impressions IC or events IC. They do not, in any way, pass real judgement, insist upon canon facts, or enact on canonically in any way, shape, or form. They are purely impressions and personal opinions.''&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Konner Kinkaid''' - The leader of the Order of the Sword and Rose. A man that Felix respects, he is nonetheless wary of the man. Despite their few talks since Felix has come to the Order, the knowledge that they fought on opposites sides of the war that destroyed Kin's homeland haunts Felix, as he can't help but fear that will still cause tension between them down the line, if not worse. But until such a time, Felix obeys the man like the soldier he is. He's grateful for the place allowed to him in the Order, a place he never expected to find, and until such a time that troubles arise, he plans to follow Kin until the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''C'rhisi Tohbei''' - A bard of the Order, and their Marshall for Gridania and the Twin Adders. When they deploy on missions, Felix often is assigned to her command, hence his common occurance to call her &amp;quot;commander.&amp;quot; Probably the kindest soul he had ever met, he is in awe of her, the miqo'te being someone simply inspiring. Though , for that same reason, he has to shun the help she keeps trying to offer him. While they all carry their own demons and are haunted by their own ghosts...She is all but a mother to the Order, it seems to him, and he couldn't in good faith add his troubles to the rest she takes on for herself helping everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Ciel Wulfe''' - He's had little interaction with the beautiful elezen that serves as the Order's Marshal to Ul'dah and the Immortal Flames. While some passing conversation and reactions he's witnessed from her has him suspicious on some matters about her, she strikes him as a loyal ally and a someone he's grateful to have at his back...And the type of woman to take great pains not to get on the bad side of.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Lucydne Markfyre''' - Another member of the Order of the Sword and Rose, he didn't know much about her until they weathered a blizzard together in Coerthas, followed by another run-in where they traveled several days together to aide one another. He counts her as a friend and trustworthy, and she knows more about him know than any other in the Order save one. He is concerned about her, though, with what he's learned of her, and hopes he can help her before she ends up in the same grave he's walking towards himself. &lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Deirdre Ta'ea''' - A beautiful elezen he met through the Order, brought around one day by Quarimar. An interesting woman to be sure, her brusque and occasionally rude attitude hardly bothered him the way it bothered others. Their occasional talks showed that they might not be too different from one another, and after a recent incident in Mist, she's the only one in Eorzea that knows almost everything about him. His secret, his woes, the demon chasing him into an early grave...She seems insistent on helping him recover from all of that, though he is reluctant to accept her help, less his presence around her destroy the life she has for herself now.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Rumors==&lt;br /&gt;
===Common Rumors===&lt;br /&gt;
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===Rare Rumors===&lt;br /&gt;
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===PC Rumors===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Some say Felix and Oni enjoy polishing their spears late at night. &lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Felix...man is certainly adept at hiding his flasks since the Order has been on him for his drinking.&amp;quot; - [[Lucydne Markfyre]]&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Felix is a good man.  I trust him.&amp;quot; - [[C'rhisi Tohbei]]&lt;br /&gt;
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==Annotations==&lt;br /&gt;
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This Template was created by [[Deirdre Ta'ea]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Lucydne_Markfyre&amp;diff=56374</id>
		<title>Lucydne Markfyre</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FinalStrigon: /* Rumors */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;{{Infobox-character&lt;br /&gt;
| name = Lucydne Markfyre&lt;br /&gt;
| image = Ffxiv 10122014 024951.png&lt;br /&gt;
| imagewidth = &lt;br /&gt;
| caption = &amp;quot;This woman was once beautiful inside and out...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
| title = The Ash Witch&lt;br /&gt;
| gender = Female&lt;br /&gt;
| citizenship = Ul'Dah&lt;br /&gt;
| race = Elezen&lt;br /&gt;
| clan = Duskwight&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1 = Guardian&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1_value = Rhalgr, The Destroyer&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2 = Nameday&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2_value = 18th Sun of the 4th Umbral moon&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_3 = Age&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_3_value = 29-32&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4 = Other Names&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4_value = Lucille Desmoulins; Lucy&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_5 = Birthplace&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_5_value = Coerthas (alleged)&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_6 = Social Status&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_6_value = Disowned Noble&lt;br /&gt;
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}}&lt;br /&gt;
PLEASE NOTE:This was just created. It will be continuously edited to keep current with IC information.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Character==&lt;br /&gt;
===Appearance===&lt;br /&gt;
*Height: 6 Fulm 7 Ilm &lt;br /&gt;
*Weight: 155 Ponz&lt;br /&gt;
*Hair: Black, unevenly cut and burned from battle.&lt;br /&gt;
*Eyes: Red&lt;br /&gt;
*Skin: Pale, milky white.&lt;br /&gt;
*Scars and Markings: A single scar sits close to her left eye. Her lips a constant black.&lt;br /&gt;
*Clothing: When Lucydne first entered the order, she wore little but Knickers and a Yukata, She has since expanded her wardrobe to the family heirloom robes, Black Bliauds, Skirts and boots. Lucydne wears the same set of well polished jewelry with almost every set of clothing, her reasoning unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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===History=== &lt;br /&gt;
====Exodus====&lt;br /&gt;
Once known as Lucille Desmoulins, Lucydne was born to a family of wealth and status. While naturally gifted in Thaumaturgy, The Desmouins family rejected magic in favor of social appearances. Upon discovering her talent, Lucydne began to rebel against her family to what would seem no avail. After being pressured into a marriage at fifteen, Lucydne committed the ultimate act of rebellion in setting her dress alight in front of hundreds of guests. Her actions led to her immediate ejection from the Desmoulins family and the soon following change of name.&lt;br /&gt;
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====Desmoulins No More====&lt;br /&gt;
Two years after her ejection, Lucydne aided Hyur Paladin named Andre at the sanctum of the twelve when he was attacked by voidsent. Believing a woman shouldn't travel alone, Andre joined Lucydne. Their travels led them through Eorzea, both sworn to a mission to help rather than harm. Side by side, the two aided in solving the plight of those weaker, less fortunate than they. Within two years, their journey would lead to their meeting of a young girl, no older than thirteen, named Sera Vann. Sera, though young, was already an adept fighter with her fists. Desperate for a younger sister, Lucydne took Sera under her wing, working to correct what Lucydne considered to be Sera's deplorable accent and vulgar demeanor. The three friends soon became like family, Lucydne falling for Andre. The paladin resisted Lucydne's advances, dictating that love and romance were but secondary concerns to the needs of the less fortunate. The bond only strengthened under the feelings the Thaumaturge harbored for Andre. When their travels led them to The Stone Vigil, their bond only strengthened further under the trials the keep provided.&lt;br /&gt;
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Deep within the Stone Vigil, a mistake and a sacrifice were made. Andre, in an act of true selflessness, fought the beasts alone while Sera aided Lucydne in escaping the keep. Even in her weakened state, Lucydne fought and screamed to stay in fight- even if it meant certain death. The two women waited outside of the keep for three days and three nights before going to search for Andre. All that remained from the battle were several corpses of beasts and the blood covered sword and shield belonging to their beloved friend. Without his weapon to attack, nor his shield to defend himself, it was clear Andre had died deeper within the maws of the Stone Vigil. It is still unclear to this day who tipped the beasts guarding the keep to their presence.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lucydne blamed Sera for the loss of Andre, hiring a dragoon with every last bit of her Gil to kill the woman once considered her younger sister. Vowing to get stronger to never lose a loved one again, Lucydne trained in Mor Dhona while the dragoon did her bidding. He returned with one of Sera's Ceruleum blue eyes as proof that he had killed Sera Vann. Satisfied with his job well done, Lucydne paid the dragoon a bonus with what little gil she had made in her training. Little did she know, Sera was alive and missing an eye, but thankful the man had taken mercy and spared her.&lt;br /&gt;
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====A Year Later====&lt;br /&gt;
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Rumor spread about fierce beasts mutated by the Cerleum plant occupied by Garlean forces. When these rumors spread to Lucydne, the young woman headed for the hell within Mor Dhona known as The Tangle. Though she fought well, a fierce Morbol released it's deadly poison known only to Eorzeans as 'Bad Breath'. If there was one thing she'd learned from training alone, it was how to retreat, and retreat Lucydne did. She staggered up the climb to Rathefrost and collapsed below the crystallized tree. When she next awoke, a figure sat next to her, wiping the sweat from her brow. As he came into view, his uniform gave away his affiliation. A Garlean Soldier, his eyes as cold as Coerthas and hair so light it shined white under the moon. As the days passed, the man watched Lucydne regain her strength and earned her trust. She gave herself to him on their final night together before she left for Revenant's Toll. A new-found woman, Lucydne discovered the power her body and charm held over the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;
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Journeying to Ul'Dah, it didn't take long for truth of what truly happened to reach Lucydne's ears or for Lucydne to find her first mark. Seducing the drunken dragoon in The Coffer and Coffin, she led him into the deserts of Thanalan, under the promise of giving up her body. Upon reaching the Sil'dih Ruins, she instructed the man to close his eyes. He excitedly followed her orders and trembled in anticipation. Within seconds, his skin began to boil within his armor, screaming only for a moment from the powerful fire spell that had hit him. Lucydne channeled her hate, her anger into the burst, leaving nothing but ash behind her. The war path only continued, men who had approached her under false guises, bandits who took her for a weaking, anyone who stood in her way. Hundreds of faces burned into her mind as they turned to ashes. Eventually, killing those in her way wasn't enough, She began to seek out stronger enemies.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lucydne dove head first into caves and holds rich with Aether and plagued by the void. At first the feeling of being around such creatures and such energy made her feel ill, but then it became an addiction. Her time spent within such places only grew longer and longer, seeking out lairs said to hold Primal Beings. Her eyes developed a red hue, and a twisted madness grew within Lucydne. A man caught wind of a mad witch who fed on the very Aether of a person lived within the darkest reaches of Eorzea. He sent various informants to seek her out, one eventually finding her in The Sunken Temple of Qarn. When she'd been instructed to deliver an artifact to him atop Rathefrost, the man introduced himself as David Black.&lt;br /&gt;
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====Into The Order====&lt;br /&gt;
In order to survive within the realm of normal society, Lucydne donned the mask of an impish, seductive, woman with a kind heart. Having been instructed by Black to seek out The Order of the Sword and Rose, Lucydne once more returned to Ul'Dah. The informant who'd found her in Qarn led her to the Order's open house, introducing himself as Jonathan Grayve. Within the walls of the order, Lucydne integrated herself, meeting many new faces...&lt;br /&gt;
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==Combat==&lt;br /&gt;
*Lucydne is an all-or-nothing woman when it comes to Combat.&lt;br /&gt;
*Her idea of combat is hiding behind a Roegadyn or Hyur meat shield so she can safely burn the target to ashes from afar.&lt;br /&gt;
*She has shown in the past little to no regard for those between her staff and her target. This has changed since joining the order.&lt;br /&gt;
==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Tea, especially when prepared by [[C'rhisi Tohbei]].&lt;br /&gt;
::* Carnations&lt;br /&gt;
::* Exploring Eorzea&lt;br /&gt;
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===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Weakness&lt;br /&gt;
::* Lack of intelligence&lt;br /&gt;
::* Bugs, especially large bugs.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Singing&lt;br /&gt;
::* Piano&lt;br /&gt;
::* Storytelling&lt;br /&gt;
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===Other===&lt;br /&gt;
::* There are very few people, even within the order, Lucydne trusts.&lt;br /&gt;
::* She has used her past in the form of a tale to warn others not to follow her path.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
'''Disclaimer: These are Purely IC impressions. They are not effected by OOC friendships or rivalries, if you're not here it's because I am slow at adding new people to this secton. '''&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
*David Black&lt;br /&gt;
:: Lucy and David began on the wrong foot and seemed to continually dance upon each other's toes. Between the missteps, a single spark led to an inferno of emotion between the two. This has since been put to the test by Lucydne's doubt of David brought on after talks with Jonathan Grayve and David's unwavering protection of Sera Vann. The conflict with David Black has since been resolved due to the conception of a child between the two and a final fight in Coerthas, where Lucydne refused to destroy herself, David or their child.&lt;br /&gt;
*Ophelia Rochedalaix (NPC)&lt;br /&gt;
:: The only relative she's seen in years. Hated. Sister to the man she refused to marry.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Friends===&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Felix Drake]]&lt;br /&gt;
:: Since beginning to steal Felix's various stashed flasks and traveling with him to aid in his sobriety, Lucydne has found a trustworthy friend in Felix. The Hyur isn't as vulgar as many tend to be in her eyes, but she suspects this is due to his Garlean heritage. &lt;br /&gt;
*Jonathan Grayve&lt;br /&gt;
:: A fallen knight in Lucydne's eyes. Though she trusts and view's Jonathan as a friend, recent events have made her begin to internally question his motives. The suggestion from Jonathan that she was merely being used as a carrier for the child David Black was to weaponize caused Lucydne to panic and flee when confronted by the father of her child. This rumor has since proved to be untrue, and Lucydne has yet to speak with Jonathan on this matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Order Members===&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Ciel Wulfe]]&lt;br /&gt;
::A beautiful and proper woman, Ciel has Lucydne's respect. After witnessing a sign of affection between she and Jonathan, Lucydne has come to the conclusion that if there is not a relationship between Ciel and Jonathan now, there will be soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Konner Kinkaid]]&lt;br /&gt;
::The leader of the order has Lucydne's respect and trust. His tendency to self injure has Lucydne worried, but as others in the order have witnessed this act and done nothing, she has so far chosen to remain silent.&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Kale Aideron]]&lt;br /&gt;
::A hotheaded Hyur who might very well have saved Lucydne's life at the swamps of Camp Tranquil.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
*Uriel Neishin&lt;br /&gt;
:: Known only to Lucydne as &amp;quot;The Woman In Bird Armor&amp;quot;, Uriel kidnapped Lucydne from Ul'Dah, only to near leave her for dead in the swamps of Camp Tranquil. If it weren't for [[Kale Aideron]] finding her, Lucydne would likely have perished in the shallow swamp waters.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Rumors==&lt;br /&gt;
===Common Rumors===&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Her? Comes by once a week for Gysahl Greens; Her chocobo's a right bastard from what she says,&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Strange woman, nice enough, but strange,&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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===Moderate Rumors===&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Scary eyes, I don' trust her,&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Speaking like she's some kind of noble- even if she was, she's probably the shame of her family,&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Could almost outdrink a roegadyn, some nights,&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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===Rare Rumors===&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;All I'm saying is she was the last person seen with Laurent at the Coffer and Coffin...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;She just has the look of a cold-blooded killer&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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===PC Rumors===&lt;br /&gt;
::* &amp;quot;Lucydne? She's saved my ass more than once. Even if it meant a trip through the void...Though, on second thought, the trip wasn't that bad really, heh.&amp;quot; - Felix Drake&lt;br /&gt;
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==Her Tale==&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;There once was a woman, gifted in the art of Thaumaturgy.&lt;br /&gt;
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This woman was once beautiful, both inside and out. &lt;br /&gt;
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Under a vow to help rather than harm, she traveled Eorzea with the man she loved and her younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;
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One fateful night, within a frozen keep, her love lost his life to the dragon dwelling within it's icy walls.&lt;br /&gt;
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The woman mourned her love, blaming her sister for his death.&lt;br /&gt;
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In an act of vengeance, the woman sent a champion to slay her sister.&lt;br /&gt;
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The champion took not the poor girl's life, but one of her eyes, as proof of his feat.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the woman learned of his lies, her anger turned to hatred, burning the man to ashes.&lt;br /&gt;
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The woman then chose to seek power, to become strong enough to kill the girl and all who protected her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her desire would lead her to seek Primal Aether in dangerous quantities.&lt;br /&gt;
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What the woman did not know, is the Aether would drive her insane.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Aether would alter her not just inside, but out as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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With eyes red like Dalamud, trapped within Aetherial maddness, the woman found her sister hiding behind a final obstacle-&lt;br /&gt;
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A man who carried an ancient tome- A man with the ability to bind Ifrit's very essence to his will.&lt;br /&gt;
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Though the man was strong, he found himself close to defeat soon after the woman attacked.&lt;br /&gt;
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In her rage, the woman did not notice the man's last ditch effort to save her sister.&lt;br /&gt;
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The woman called down a spell known only by heretics long passed at the same moment the man took her into his arms.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the spell struck, the man drug the woman to hell in his embrace- leaving little but a staff, a tome and her innocent sister behind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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==Annotations==&lt;br /&gt;
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This Template was created by [[Deirdre Ta'ea]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>FinalStrigon</name></author>
		
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	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Felix_Drake&amp;diff=55902</id>
		<title>Felix Drake</title>
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		<updated>2014-10-16T16:49:13Z</updated>

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{{Infobox-character&lt;br /&gt;
| name = Felix Drake&lt;br /&gt;
| image = Ffxiv 08092014 172327.png&lt;br /&gt;
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| gender = Male&lt;br /&gt;
| citizenship = Garlean (claims Gridanian)&lt;br /&gt;
| race = Hyur&lt;br /&gt;
| clan = Highlander&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1 = Age&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1_value = Early 30's&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2 = Height&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2_value = 6'3&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_3 = Weight&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_3_value = 220 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4 = Eye Color&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4_value = Green/Blue&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_5 = Alignment&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_5_value = Good&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_6 = Patron Deity&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_6_value = None&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. His parents weren't traveling merchants that had him in some random stretch of land, and he wasn't raised on the road. This, and the rest of his past as he tells people who ask, was merely a story he developed to not be killed or imprisoned on the spot should his true origins come about.&lt;br /&gt;
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His true name is Felix van Scelan, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of something anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once he was old enough he was enlisted into the imperial army, starting off as a common foot soldier instead of being granted an officer's rank immediately due to his birth. It was expected that anyone with goal to lead men in war had to first share the same burdens of the men they would be commanding. He fought in numerous conflicts under the empire's banner, slowly raising through the ranks. Eventually he would obtain the rank of centurion, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with the Legatus Gaius Van Baelsar, as he had served under Gaius in the XIV Legion early in his career, to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific primals...One in particular, a man named Crassus, reported back of their actions, and on the eve of the Battle of Cartenau, Felix and his brothers and sisters in arms were set upon by their own.&lt;br /&gt;
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He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invader, the other as a deserter and traitor. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head that he still had a part to play in the shadows...&lt;br /&gt;
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When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
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While in Ul'dah once, and finding himself in need of aide, he was pointed to the direction of the Order of the Sword and Rose by an informant named Wymond. After meeting them, and for reasons he isn't entirely certain of, he ended up joining their ranks, a large brake from his lone wolf ways. Despite seeming to fit in well with the group, and finding a sense of camaraderie he had thought lost with the death of his unit, he still has let to reveal much about himself to them. After all, even if he is a traitor and a deserter, he is still a Garlean, and holds some loyalty still to his homeland. And few, he believes, would accept that...&lt;br /&gt;
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==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
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As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the Primal threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. And, in their defense, he does recognize that the legate in charge of the invasion wasn't presenting them many other options other than war. Now he sees how poorly Garlemald has treated Eorzea, and does the only thing he feels is right: aide them in their defense of their homes and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
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===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
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===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Other===&lt;br /&gt;
::* He had sworn off drinking. Recent events caused him to take the habit up again, much to the concern of some of those around him.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite slowly making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A woman is sorely needed in his life, before he gets himself killed.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius Van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Mother - Lillia Sas Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Crassus nan Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Everyone Else===&lt;br /&gt;
'''Disclaimer:''' ''This is a work in progress, and I slowly get to do more IC. It's nothing personal if you don't see your character here, as Felix forms opinions on others, it'll end up here. Of course, if you think you should be here, just send me a message so I get my lazy butt in hear and add your character. Also...forgive me if I don't link to your wiki page, I haven't figured out how to do that yet.&lt;br /&gt;
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NOTE: These are all what Felix himself THINKS about characters, from his impressions IC or events IC. They do not, in any way, pass real judgement, insist upon canon facts, or enact on canonically in any way, shape, or form. They are purely impressions and personal opinions.''&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Konner Kinkaid''' - The leader of the Order of the Sword and Rose. A man that Felix respects, he is nonetheless wary of the man. Despite their few talks since Felix has come to the Order, the knowledge that they fought on opposites sides of the war that destroyed Kin's homeland haunts Felix, as he can't help but fear that will still cause tension between them down the line, if not worse. But until such a time, Felix obeys the man like the soldier he is. He's grateful for the place allowed to him in the Order, a place he never expected to find, and until such a time that troubles arise, he plans to follow Kin until the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''C'rhisi Tohbei''' - A bard of the Order, and their Marshall for Gridania and the Twin Adders. When they deploy on missions, Felix often is assigned to her command, hence his common occurance to call her &amp;quot;commander.&amp;quot; Probably the kindest soul he had ever met, he is in awe of her, the miqo'te being someone simply inspiring. Though , for that same reason, he has to shun the help she keeps trying to offer him. While they all carry their own demons and are haunted by their own ghosts...She is all but a mother to the Order, it seems to him, and he couldn't in good faith add his troubles to the rest she takes on for herself helping everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Ciel Wulfe''' - He's had little interaction with the beautiful elezen that serves as the Order's Marshal to Ul'dah and the Immortal Flames. While some passing conversation and reactions he's witnessed from her has him suspicious on some matters about her, she strikes him as a loyal ally and a someone he's grateful to have at his back...And the type of woman to take great pains not to get on the bad side of.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Lucydne Markfyre''' - Another member of the Order of the Sword and Rose, he didn't know much about her until they weathered a blizzard together in Coerthas, followed by another run-in where they traveled several days together to aide one another. He counts her as a friend and trustworthy, and she knows more about him know than any other in the Order save one. He is concerned about her, though, with what he's learned of her, and hopes he can help her before she ends up in the same grave he's walking towards himself. &lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Deirdre Ta'ea''' - A beautiful elezen he met through the Order, brought around one day by Quarimar. An interesting woman to be sure, her brusque and occasionally rude attitude hardly bothered him the way it bothered others. Their occasional talks showed that they might not be too different from one another, and after a recent incident in Mist, she's the only one in Eorzea that knows almost everything about him. His secret, his woes, the demon chasing him into an early grave...She seems insistent on helping him recover from all of that, though he is reluctant to accept her help, less his presence around her destroy the life she has for herself now.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Rumors==&lt;br /&gt;
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::* Some say Felix and Oni enjoy polishing their spears late at night. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Annotations==&lt;br /&gt;
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This Template was created by [[Deirdre Ta'ea]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<id>https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Felix_Drake&amp;diff=55643</id>
		<title>Felix Drake</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Felix_Drake&amp;diff=55643"/>
		<updated>2014-10-15T04:05:46Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FinalStrigon: /* Relationships */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;''PLEASE NOTE: This Wiki is constantly changing and updating. Last update made: October, 2014. Review at your own risk, this wiki does contain spoilers that are for OOC purposes only.'' &lt;br /&gt;
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{{Infobox-character&lt;br /&gt;
| name = Felix Drake&lt;br /&gt;
| image = Ffxiv 08092014 172327.png&lt;br /&gt;
| imagewidth = &lt;br /&gt;
| gender = Male&lt;br /&gt;
| citizenship = Garlean (claims Gridanian)&lt;br /&gt;
| race = Hyur&lt;br /&gt;
| clan = Highlander&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1 = Age&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1_value = Early 30's&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2 = Height&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2_value = 6'3&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_3 = Weight&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_3_value = 220 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4 = Eye Color&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4_value = Green/Blue&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_5 = Alignment&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_5_value = Good&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_6 = Patron Deity&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_6_value = None&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
{{Character-stub}}&lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. His parents weren't traveling merchants that had him in some random stretch of land, and he wasn't raised on the road. This, and the rest of his past as he tells people who ask, was merely a story he developed to not be killed or imprisoned on the spot should his true origins come about.&lt;br /&gt;
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His true name is Felix van Scelan, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of something anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once he was old enough he was enlisted into the imperial army, starting off as a common foot soldier instead of being granted an officer's rank immediately due to his birth. It was expected that anyone with goal to lead men in war had to first share the same burdens of the men they would be commanding. He fought in numerous conflicts under the empire's banner, slowly raising through the ranks. Eventually he would obtain the rank of centurion, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with the Legatus Gaius Van Baelsar, as he had served under Gaius in the XIV Legion early in his career, to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific primals...One in particular, a man named Crassus, reported back of their actions, and on the eve of the Battle of Cartenau, Felix and his brothers and sisters in arms were set upon by their own.&lt;br /&gt;
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He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invader, the other as a deserter and traitor. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head that he still had a part to play in the shadows...&lt;br /&gt;
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When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
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While in Ul'dah once, and finding himself in need of aide, he was pointed to the direction of the Order of the Sword and Rose by an informant named Wymond. After meeting them, and for reasons he isn't entirely certain of, he ended up joining their ranks, a large brake from his lone wolf ways. Despite seeming to fit in well with the group, and finding a sense of camaraderie he had thought lost with the death of his unit, he still has let to reveal much about himself to them. After all, even if he is a traitor and a deserter, he is still a Garlean, and holds some loyalty still to his homeland. And few, he believes, would accept that...&lt;br /&gt;
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==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
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As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the Primal threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. And, in their defense, he does recognize that the legate in charge of the invasion wasn't presenting them many other options other than war. Now he sees how poorly Garlemald has treated Eorzea, and does the only thing he feels is right: aide them in their defense of their homes and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
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===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
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===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Other===&lt;br /&gt;
::* He had sworn off drinking. Recent events caused him to take the habit up again, much to the concern of some of those around him.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite slowly making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A woman is sorely needed in his life, before he gets himself killed.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius Van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Mother - Lillia Sas Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Crassus nan Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Everyone Else===&lt;br /&gt;
'''Disclaimer:''' ''This is a work in progress, and I slowly get to do more IC. It's nothing personal if you don't see your character here, as Felix forms opinions on others, it'll end up here. Of course, if you think you should be here, just send me a message so I get my lazy butt in hear and add your character. Also...forgive me if I don't link to your wiki page, I haven't figured out how to do that yet.&lt;br /&gt;
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NOTE: These are all what Felix himself THINKS about characters, from his impressions IC or events IC. They do not, in any way, pass real judgement, insist upon canon facts, or enact on canonically in any way, shape, or form. They are purely impressions and personal opinions.''&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Konner Kinkaid''' - The leader of the Order of the Sword and Rose. A man that Felix respects, he is nonetheless wary of the man. Despite their few talks since Felix has come to the Order, the knowledge that they fought on opposites sides of the war that destroyed Kin's homeland haunts Felix, as he can't help but fear that will still cause tension between them down the line, if not worse. But until such a time, Felix obeys the man like the soldier he is. He's grateful for the place allowed to him in the Order, a place he never expected to find, and until such a time that troubles arise, he plans to follow Kin until the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''C'rhisi Tohbei''' - A bard of the Order, and their Marshall for Gridania and the Twin Adders. When they deploy on missions, Felix often is assigned to her command, hence his common occurance to call her &amp;quot;commander.&amp;quot; Probably the kindest soul he had ever met, he is in awe of her, the miqo'te being someone simply inspiring. Though , for that same reason, he has to shun the help she keeps trying to offer him. While they all carry their own demons and are haunted by their own ghosts...She is all but a mother to the Order, it seems to him, and he couldn't in good faith add his troubles to the rest she takes on for herself helping everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Ciel Wulfe''' - He's had little interaction with the beautiful elezen that serves as the Order's Marshal to Ul'dah and the Immortal Flames. While some passing conversation and reactions he's witnessed from her has him suspicious on some matters about her, she strikes him as a loyal ally and a someone he's grateful to have at his back...And the type of woman to take great pains not to get on the bad side of.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<id>https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Felix_Drake&amp;diff=55639</id>
		<title>Felix Drake</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Felix_Drake&amp;diff=55639"/>
		<updated>2014-10-15T04:03:38Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FinalStrigon: /* Tendencies */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;''PLEASE NOTE: This Wiki is constantly changing and updating. Last update made: October, 2014. Review at your own risk, this wiki does contain spoilers that are for OOC purposes only.'' &lt;br /&gt;
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| name = Felix Drake&lt;br /&gt;
| image = Ffxiv 08092014 172327.png&lt;br /&gt;
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| gender = Male&lt;br /&gt;
| citizenship = Garlean (claims Gridanian)&lt;br /&gt;
| race = Hyur&lt;br /&gt;
| clan = Highlander&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1 = Age&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1_value = Early 30's&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2 = Height&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2_value = 6'3&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_3 = Weight&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_3_value = 220 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4 = Eye Color&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4_value = Green/Blue&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_5 = Alignment&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_5_value = Good&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_6 = Patron Deity&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_6_value = None&lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. His parents weren't traveling merchants that had him in some random stretch of land, and he wasn't raised on the road. This, and the rest of his past as he tells people who ask, was merely a story he developed to not be killed or imprisoned on the spot should his true origins come about.&lt;br /&gt;
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His true name is Felix van Scelan, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of something anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once he was old enough he was enlisted into the imperial army, starting off as a common foot soldier instead of being granted an officer's rank immediately due to his birth. It was expected that anyone with goal to lead men in war had to first share the same burdens of the men they would be commanding. He fought in numerous conflicts under the empire's banner, slowly raising through the ranks. Eventually he would obtain the rank of centurion, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with the Legatus Gaius Van Baelsar, as he had served under Gaius in the XIV Legion early in his career, to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific primals...One in particular, a man named Crassus, reported back of their actions, and on the eve of the Battle of Cartenau, Felix and his brothers and sisters in arms were set upon by their own.&lt;br /&gt;
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He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invader, the other as a deserter and traitor. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head that he still had a part to play in the shadows...&lt;br /&gt;
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When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
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While in Ul'dah once, and finding himself in need of aide, he was pointed to the direction of the Order of the Sword and Rose by an informant named Wymond. After meeting them, and for reasons he isn't entirely certain of, he ended up joining their ranks, a large brake from his lone wolf ways. Despite seeming to fit in well with the group, and finding a sense of camaraderie he had thought lost with the death of his unit, he still has let to reveal much about himself to them. After all, even if he is a traitor and a deserter, he is still a Garlean, and holds some loyalty still to his homeland. And few, he believes, would accept that...&lt;br /&gt;
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==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
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As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the Primal threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. And, in their defense, he does recognize that the legate in charge of the invasion wasn't presenting them many other options other than war. Now he sees how poorly Garlemald has treated Eorzea, and does the only thing he feels is right: aide them in their defense of their homes and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
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===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
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===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Other===&lt;br /&gt;
::* He had sworn off drinking. Recent events caused him to take the habit up again, much to the concern of some of those around him.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite slowly making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A woman is sorely needed in his life, before he gets himself killed.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius Van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Mother - Lillia Sas Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Crassus nan Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Everyone Else===&lt;br /&gt;
'''Disclaimer:''' ''This is a work in progress, and I slowly get to do more IC. It's nothing personal if you don't see your character here, as Felix forms opinions on others, it'll end up here. Of course, if you think you should be here, just send me a message so I get my lazy butt in hear and add your character. Also...forgive me if I don't link to your wiki page, I haven't figured out how to do that yet.''&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Konner Kinkaid''' - The leader of the Order of the Sword and Rose. A man that Felix respects, he is nonetheless wary of the man. Despite their few talks since Felix has come to the Order, the knowledge that they fought on opposites sides of the war that destroyed Kin's homeland haunts Felix, as he can't help but fear that will still cause tension between them down the line, if not worse. But until such a time, Felix obeys the man like the soldier he is. He's grateful for the place allowed to him in the Order, a place he never expected to find, and until such a time that troubles arise, he plans to follow Kin until the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''C'rhisi Tohbei''' - A bard of the Order, and their Marshall for Gridania and the Twin Adders. When they deploy on missions, Felix often is assigned to her command, hence his common occurance to call her &amp;quot;commander.&amp;quot; Probably the kindest soul he had ever met, he is in awe of her, the miqo'te being someone simply inspiring. Though , for that same reason, he has to shun the help she keeps trying to offer him. While they all carry their own demons and are haunted by their own ghosts...She is all but a mother to the Order, it seems to him, and he couldn't in good faith add his troubles to the rest she takes on for herself helping everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Ciel Wulfe''' - He's had little interaction with the beautiful elezen that serves as the Order's Marshal to Ul'dah and the Immortal Flames. While some passing conversation and reactions he's witnessed from her has him suspicious on some matters about her, she strikes him as a loyal ally and a someone he's grateful to have at his back...And the type of woman to take great pains not to get on the bad side of.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<id>https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Felix_Drake&amp;diff=55637</id>
		<title>Felix Drake</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Felix_Drake&amp;diff=55637"/>
		<updated>2014-10-15T04:01:59Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FinalStrigon: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;''PLEASE NOTE: This Wiki is constantly changing and updating. Last update made: October, 2014. Review at your own risk, this wiki does contain spoilers that are for OOC purposes only.'' &lt;br /&gt;
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{{Infobox-character&lt;br /&gt;
| name = Felix Drake&lt;br /&gt;
| image = Ffxiv 08092014 172327.png&lt;br /&gt;
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| gender = Male&lt;br /&gt;
| citizenship = Garlean (claims Gridanian)&lt;br /&gt;
| race = Hyur&lt;br /&gt;
| clan = Highlander&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1 = Age&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1_value = Early 30's&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2 = Height&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2_value = 6'3&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_3 = Weight&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_3_value = 220 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4 = Eye Color&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4_value = Green/Blue&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_5 = Alignment&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_5_value = Good&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_6 = Patron Deity&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_6_value = None&lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. His parents weren't traveling merchants that had him in some random stretch of land, and he wasn't raised on the road. This, and the rest of his past as he tells people who ask, was merely a story he developed to not be killed or imprisoned on the spot should his true origins come about.&lt;br /&gt;
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His true name is Felix van Scelan, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of something anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once he was old enough he was enlisted into the imperial army, starting off as a common foot soldier instead of being granted an officer's rank immediately due to his birth. It was expected that anyone with goal to lead men in war had to first share the same burdens of the men they would be commanding. He fought in numerous conflicts under the empire's banner, slowly raising through the ranks. Eventually he would obtain the rank of centurion, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with the Legatus Gaius Van Baelsar, as he had served under Gaius in the XIV Legion early in his career, to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific primals...One in particular, a man named Crassus, reported back of their actions, and on the eve of the Battle of Cartenau, Felix and his brothers and sisters in arms were set upon by their own.&lt;br /&gt;
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He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invader, the other as a deserter and traitor. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head that he still had a part to play in the shadows...&lt;br /&gt;
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When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
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While in Ul'dah once, and finding himself in need of aide, he was pointed to the direction of the Order of the Sword and Rose by an informant named Wymond. After meeting them, and for reasons he isn't entirely certain of, he ended up joining their ranks, a large brake from his lone wolf ways. Despite seeming to fit in well with the group, and finding a sense of camaraderie he had thought lost with the death of his unit, he still has let to reveal much about himself to them. After all, even if he is a traitor and a deserter, he is still a Garlean, and holds some loyalty still to his homeland. And few, he believes, would accept that...&lt;br /&gt;
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==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
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As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the Primal threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. And, in their defense, he does recognize that the legate in charge of the invasion wasn't presenting them many other options other than war. Now he sees how poorly Garlemald has treated Eorzea, and does the only thing he feels is right: aide them in their defense of their homes and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
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===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
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===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* He had sworn off drinking. Recent events caused him to take the habit up again, much to the concern of some of those around him.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* A woman is sorely needed in his life, before he takes himself to the death awaiting him. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius Van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Mother - Lillia Sas Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Crassus nan Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Disclaimer:''' ''This is a work in progress, and I slowly get to do more IC. It's nothing personal if you don't see your character here, as Felix forms opinions on others, it'll end up here. Of course, if you think you should be here, just send me a message so I get my lazy butt in hear and add your character. Also...forgive me if I don't link to your wiki page, I haven't figured out how to do that yet.''&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Konner Kinkaid''' - The leader of the Order of the Sword and Rose. A man that Felix respects, he is nonetheless wary of the man. Despite their few talks since Felix has come to the Order, the knowledge that they fought on opposites sides of the war that destroyed Kin's homeland haunts Felix, as he can't help but fear that will still cause tension between them down the line, if not worse. But until such a time, Felix obeys the man like the soldier he is. He's grateful for the place allowed to him in the Order, a place he never expected to find, and until such a time that troubles arise, he plans to follow Kin until the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''C'rhisi Tohbei''' - A bard of the Order, and their Marshall for Gridania and the Twin Adders. When they deploy on missions, Felix often is assigned to her command, hence his common occurance to call her &amp;quot;commander.&amp;quot; Probably the kindest soul he had ever met, he is in awe of her, the miqo'te being someone simply inspiring. Though , for that same reason, he has to shun the help she keeps trying to offer him. While they all carry their own demons and are haunted by their own ghosts...She is all but a mother to the Order, it seems to him, and he couldn't in good faith add his troubles to the rest she takes on for herself helping everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Ciel Wulfe''' - He's had little interaction with the beautiful elezen that serves as the Order's Marshal to Ul'dah and the Immortal Flames. While some passing conversation and reactions he's witnessed from her has him suspicious on some matters about her, she strikes him as a loyal ally and a someone he's grateful to have at his back...And the type of woman to take great pains not to get on the bad side of.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Felix Drake</title>
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&lt;div&gt;''PLEASE NOTE: This Wiki is constantly changing and updating. Last update made: October, 2014. Review at your own risk, this wiki does contain spoilers that are for OOC purposes only.'' &lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. His parents weren't traveling merchants that had him in some random stretch of land, and he wasn't raised on the road. This, and the rest of his past as he tells people who ask, was merely a story he developed to not be killed or imprisoned on the spot should his true origins come about.&lt;br /&gt;
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His true name is Felix van Scelan, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of something anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once he was old enough he was enlisted into the imperial army, starting off as a common foot soldier instead of being granted an officer's rank immediately due to his birth. It was expected that anyone with goal to lead men in war had to first share the same burdens of the men they would be commanding. He fought in numerous conflicts under the empire's banner, slowly raising through the ranks. Eventually he would obtain the rank of centurion, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with the Legatus Gaius Van Baelsar, as he had served under Gaius in the XIV Legion early in his career, to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific primals...One in particular, a man named Crassus, reported back of their actions, and on the eve of the Battle of Cartenau, Felix and his brothers and sisters in arms were set upon by their own.&lt;br /&gt;
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He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invader, the other as a deserter and traitor. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head that he still had a part to play in the shadows...&lt;br /&gt;
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When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
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While in Ul'dah once, and finding himself in need of aide, he was pointed to the direction of the Order of the Sword and Rose by an informant named Wymond. After meeting them, and for reasons he isn't entirely certain of, he ended up joining their ranks, a large brake from his lone wolf ways. Despite seeming to fit in well with the group, and finding a sense of camaraderie he had thought lost with the death of his unit, he still has let to reveal much about himself to them. After all, even if he is a traitor and a deserter, he is still a Garlean, and holds some loyalty still to his homeland. And few, he believes, would accept that...&lt;br /&gt;
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==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
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As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the Primal threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. And, in their defense, he does recognize that the legate in charge of the invasion wasn't presenting them many other options other than war. Now he sees how poorly Garlemald has treated Eorzea, and does the only thing he feels is right: aide them in their defense of their homes and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
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===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
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===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* He had sworn off drinking. Recent events caused him to take the habit up again, much to the concern of some of those around him.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite slowly making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A woman is sorely needed in his life, before he takes himself to the death awaiting him. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius Van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Mother - Lillia Sas Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Crassus nan Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Everyone Else===&lt;br /&gt;
'''Disclaimer:''' ''This is a work in progress, and I slowly get to do more IC. It's nothing personal if you don't see your character here, as Felix forms opinions on others, it'll end up here. Of course, if you think you should be here, just send me a message so I get my lazy butt in hear and add your character. Also...forgive me if I don't link to your wiki page, I haven't figured out how to do that yet.''&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Konner Kinkaid''' - The leader of the Order of the Sword and Rose. A man that Felix respects, he is nonetheless wary of the man. Despite their few talks since Felix has come to the Order, the knowledge that they fought on opposites sides of the war that destroyed Kin's homeland haunts Felix, as he can't help but fear that will still cause tension between them down the line, if not worse. But until such a time, Felix obeys the man like the soldier he is. He's grateful for the place allowed to him in the Order, a place he never expected to find, and until such a time that troubles arise, he plans to follow Kin until the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Avila Ashton''' - A feisty Highlander woman, and member of the Order, and similar to himself with their shared aversion to aether. She caught his eye not long after they met, and while it surprised him, he was happy when then ended up together. Avila was someone that he could, surprisingly, relax and open up around, and he fell in love with her and her him. Their time together was not to be, however, as after some events involving the Garleans in Eorzea and her father, Avila was kidnapped and taken away from the Order. While he true fate is unknown, Felix believes her to be dead, he blood on his hands as he had not been fast enough to save her...&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''C'rhisi Tohbei''' - A bard of the Order, and their Marshall for Gridania and the Twin Adders. When they deploy on missions, Felix often is assigned to her command, hence his common occurance to call her &amp;quot;commander.&amp;quot; Probably the kindest soul he had ever met, he is in awe of her, the miqo'te being someone simply inspiring. Though , for that same reason, he has to shun the help she keeps trying to offer him. While they all carry their own demons and are haunted by their own ghosts...She is all but a mother to the Order, it seems to him, and he couldn't in good faith add his troubles to the rest she takes on for herself helping everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Ciel Wulfe''' - He's had little interaction with the beautiful elezen that serves as the Order's Marshal to Ul'dah and the Immortal Flames. While some passing conversation and reactions he's witnessed from her has him suspicious on some matters about her, she strikes him as a loyal ally and a someone he's grateful to have at his back...And the type of woman to take great pains not to get on the bad side of.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Felix Drake</title>
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| citizenship = Garlean (claims Gridanian)&lt;br /&gt;
| race = Hyur&lt;br /&gt;
| clan = Highlander&lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. His parents weren't traveling merchants that had him in some random stretch of land, and he wasn't raised on the road. This, and the rest of his past as he tells people who ask, was merely a story he developed to not be killed or imprisoned on the spot should his true origins come about.&lt;br /&gt;
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His true name is Felix Van Scelan Dracon, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of something anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once he was old enough he was enlisted into the imperial army, starting off as a common foot soldier instead of being granted an officer's rank immediately due to his birth. It was expected that anyone with goal to lead men in war had to first share the same burdens of the men they would be commanding. He fought in numerous conflicts under the empire's banner, slowly raising through the ranks. Eventually he would obtain the rank of centurion, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with the Legatus Gaius Van Baelsar, as he had served under Gaius in the XIV Legion early in his career, to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific primals...One in particular, a man named Crassus, reported back of their actions, and on the eve of the Battle of Cartenau, Felix and his brothers and sisters in arms were set upon by their own.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invader, the other as a deserter and traitor. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head that he still had a part to play in the shadows...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix's proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While in Ul'dah once, and finding himself in need of aide, he was pointed to the direction of the Order of the Sword and Rose by an informant named Wymond. After meeting them, and for reasons he isn't entirely certain of, he ended up joining their ranks, a large brake from his lone wolf ways. Despite seeming to fit in well with the group, and finding a sense of camaraderie he had thought lost with the death of his unit, he still has let to reveal much about himself to them. After all, even if he is a traitor and a deserter, he is still a Garlean, and holds some loyalty still to his homeland. And few, he believes, would accept that...&lt;br /&gt;
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==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
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As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the Primal threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. And, in their defense, he does recognize that the legate in charge of the invasion wasn't presenting them many other options other than war. Now he sees how poorly Garlemald has treated Eorzea, and does the only thing he feels is right: aide them in their defense of their homes and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
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===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
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===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Other===&lt;br /&gt;
::* He has sworn off drinking. The temptation is still strong to return to drink, however, but so far he's resisted it.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite slowly making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A woman is sorely needed in his life, before he takes himself to the death awaiting him. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius Van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Mother - Lillia Sas Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Crassus nan Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Everyone Else===&lt;br /&gt;
'''Disclaimer:''' ''This is a work in progress, and I slowly get to do more IC. It's nothing personal if you don't see your character here, as Felix forms opinions on others, it'll end up here. Of course, if you think you should be here, just send me a message so I get my lazy butt in hear and add your character.''&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Felix Drake</title>
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| name = Felix Drake&lt;br /&gt;
| image = Ffxiv 08092014 172327.png&lt;br /&gt;
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| gender = Male&lt;br /&gt;
| citizenship = Garlean (claims Gridanian)&lt;br /&gt;
| race = Hyur&lt;br /&gt;
| clan = Highlander&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1 = Age&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1_value = Early 30's&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2 = Height&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2_value = 6'3&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_3 = Weight&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_3_value = 220 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4 = Eye Color&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4_value = Green/Blue&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_5 = Alignment&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_5_value = Good&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_6_value = None&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
{{Character-stub}}&lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. His parents weren't traveling merchants that had him in some random stretch of land, and he wasn't raised on the road. This, and the rest of his past as he tells people who ask, was merely a story he developed to not be killed or imprisoned on the spot should his true origins come about.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His true name is Felix Van Scelan Dracon, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of something anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once he was old enough he was enlisted into the imperial army, starting off as a common foot soldier instead of being granted an officer's rank immediately due to his birth. It was expected that anyone with goal to lead men in war had to first share the same burdens of the men they would be commanding. He fought in numerous conflicts under the empire's banner, slowly raising through the ranks. Eventually he would obtain the rank of centurion, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with the Legatus Gaius Van Baelsar, as he had served under Gaius in the XIV Legion early in his career, to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific primals...One in particular, a man named Crassus, reported back of their actions, and on the eve of the Battle of Cartenau, Felix and his brothers and sisters in arms were set upon by their own.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invader, the other as a deserter and traitor. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head that he still had a part to play in the shadows...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix's proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While in Ul'dah once, and finding himself in need of aide, he was pointed to the direction of the Order of the Sword and Rose by an informant named Wymond. After meeting them, and for reasons he isn't entirely certain of, he ended up joining their ranks, a large brake from his lone wolf ways. Despite seeming to fit in well with the group, and finding a sense of camaraderie he had thought lost with the death of his unit, he still has let to reveal much about himself to them. After all, even if he is a traitor and a deserter, he is still a Garlean, and holds some loyalty still to his homeland. And few, he believes, would accept that...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the Primal threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. And, in their defense, he does recognize that the legate in charge of the invasion wasn't presenting them many other options other than war. Now he sees how poorly Garlemald has treated Eorzea, and does the only thing he feels is right: aide them in their defense of their homes and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Other===&lt;br /&gt;
::* He has sworn off drinking. The temptation is still strong to return to drink, however, but so far he's resisted it.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite slowly making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A woman is sorely needed in his life, before he takes himself to the death awaiting him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius Van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Mother - Nonia Sas Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Crassus nan Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Everyone Else===&lt;br /&gt;
'''Disclaimer:''' ''This is a work in progress, and I slowly get to do more IC. It's nothing personal if you don't see your character here, as Felix forms opinions on others, it'll end up here. Of course, if you think you should be here, just send me a message so I get my lazy butt in hear and add your character.''&lt;br /&gt;
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==Rumors==&lt;br /&gt;
===Common Rumors===&lt;br /&gt;
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==Annotations==&lt;br /&gt;
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This Template was created by [[Deirdre Ta'ea]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<id>https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Felix_Drake&amp;diff=44985</id>
		<title>Felix Drake</title>
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		<updated>2014-08-10T01:43:37Z</updated>

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| name = Felix Drake&lt;br /&gt;
| image = Ffxiv 08092014 172327.png&lt;br /&gt;
| imagewidth = &lt;br /&gt;
| gender = Male&lt;br /&gt;
| citizenship = Gridania &lt;br /&gt;
| race = Hyur&lt;br /&gt;
| clan = Highlander&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1 = Age&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1_value = Late 20's - Early 30's&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2 = Height&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2_value = 6'3&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_3 = Weight&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_3_value = 220 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4 = Eye Color&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4_value = Green/Blue&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_5 = Alignment&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_5_value = Good&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_6 = Patron Deity&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_6_value = None&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. His parents weren’t traveling merchants that had him in some random stretch of land, and he wasn’t raised on the road. This, and the rest of his past as he tells people who ask, was merely a story he developed to not be killed or imprisoned on the spot should his true origins come about.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His true name is Felix Van Scelan Dracon, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of something anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once he was old enough he was enlisted into the imperial army, starting off as a common footsoldier instead of being granted an officer's rank immediately due to his birth. It was expected that anyone with goal to lead men in war had to first share the same burdens of the men they would be commanding. He fought in numerous conflicts under the empire's banner, slowly raising through the ranks. Eventually he would obtain the rank of centurion, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with the Legatus Gaius Van Baelsar to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific primals...One in particular, a man named Crassus, reported back of their actions, and on the eve of the Battle of Cartenau, Felix and his brothers and sisters in arms were set upon by their own.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invaded, the other as a deserter and traitor. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head that he still had a part to play in the shadows...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix's proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While in Ul'dah once, and finding himself in need of aide, he was pointed to the direction of the Order of the Sword and Rose by an informant named Wymond. After meeting them, and for reasons he isn't entirely certain of, he ended up joining their ranks, a large brake from his lone wolf ways. Despite seeming to fit in well with the group, and finding a sense of camaraderie he had thought lost with the death of his unit, he still has let to reveal much about himself to them. After all, even if he is a traitor and a deserter, he is still a Garlean, and holds some loyalty still to his homeland. And few, he believes, would accept that...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the Primal threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. And, in their defense, he does recognize that the legate in charge of the invasion wasn't presenting them many other options other than war. Now he sees how poorly Garlemald has treated Eorzea, and does the only thing he feels is right: aide them in their defense of their homes and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Other===&lt;br /&gt;
::* He has sworn off drinking. The temptation is still strong to return to drink, however, but so far he's resisted it.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite slowly making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A woman is sorely needed in his life, before he takes himself to the death awaiting him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius Van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Mother - Nonia Sas Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Crassus nan Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Everyone Else===&lt;br /&gt;
'''Disclaimer:''' ''This is a work in progress, and I slowly get to do more IC. It's nothing personal if you don't see your character here, as Felix forms opinions on others, it'll end up here. Of course, if you think you should be here, just send me a message so I get my lazy butt in hear and add your character.''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Rumors==&lt;br /&gt;
===Common Rumors===&lt;br /&gt;
::* &lt;br /&gt;
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==Annotations==&lt;br /&gt;
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This Template was created by [[Deirdre Ta'ea]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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	</entry>
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		<title>Felix Drake</title>
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| name = Felix Drake&lt;br /&gt;
| image = Ffxiv 08092014 172327.png&lt;br /&gt;
| imagewidth = &lt;br /&gt;
| gender = Male&lt;br /&gt;
| citizenship = Gridania &lt;br /&gt;
| race = Hyur&lt;br /&gt;
| clan = Highlander&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1 = Age&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_1_value = Late 20's - Early 30's&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2 = Height&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_2_value = 6'3&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_3 = Weight&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_3_value = 220 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4 = Eye Color&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_4_value = Green/Blue&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_5 = Alignment&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_5_value = Good&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_6 = Patron Deity&lt;br /&gt;
| stat_6_value = None&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
{{Character-stub}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. His parents weren’t traveling merchants that had him in some random stretch of land, and he wasn’t raised on the road. This, and the rest of his past as he tells people who ask, was merely a story he developed to not be killed or imprisoned on the spot should his true origins come about.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His true name is Felix Van Scelan Dracon, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of something anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once he was old enough he was enlisted into the imperial army, starting off as a common footsoldier instead of being granted an officer's rank immediately due to his birth. It was expected that anyone with goal to lead men in war had to first share the same burdens of the men they would be commanding. He fought in numerous conflicts under the empire's banner, slowly raising through the ranks. Eventually he would obtain the rank of centurion, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with the Legatus Gaius Van Baelsar to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific primals...One in particular, a man named Crassus, reported back of their actions, and on the eve of the Battle of Cartenau, Felix and his brothers and sisters in arms were set upon by their own.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invaded, the other as a deserter and traitor. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head that he still had a part to play in the shadows...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix's proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While in Ul'dah once, and finding himself in need of aide, he was pointed to the direction of the Order of the Sword and Rose by an informant named Wymond. After meeting them, and for reasons he isn't entirely certain of, he ended up joining their ranks, a large brake from his lone wolf ways. Despite seeming to fit in well with the group, and finding a sense of camaraderie he had thought lost with the death of his unit, he still has let to reveal much about himself to them. After all, even if he is a traitor and a deserter, he is still a Garlean, and holds some loyalty still to his homeland. And few, he believes, would accept that...&lt;br /&gt;
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==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the Primal threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. And, in their defense, he does recognize that the legate in charge of the invasion wasn't presenting them many other options other than war. Now he sees how poorly Garlemald has treated Eorzea, and does the only thing he feels is right: aide them in their defense of their homes and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Other===&lt;br /&gt;
::* He has sworn off drinking. The temptation is still strong to return to drink, however, but so far he's resisted it.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite slowly making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A woman is sorely needed in his life, before he takes himself to the death awaiting him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Father - Caius Van Scelan''': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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::* '''Mother - Nonia Sas Scelan''': Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Friends===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
::* '''Crassus nan Sintas''' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Felix Drake</title>
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| citizenship = Gridania &lt;br /&gt;
| race = Hyur&lt;br /&gt;
| clan = Highlander&lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. His parents weren’t traveling merchants that had him in some random stretch of land, and he wasn’t raised on the road. This, and the rest of his past as he tells people who ask, was merely a story he developed to not be killed or imprisoned on the spot should his true origins come about.&lt;br /&gt;
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His true name is Felix Van Scelan Dracon, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of something anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once he was old enough he was enlisted into the imperial army, starting off as a common footsoldier instead of being granted an officer's rank immediately due to his birth. It was expected that anyone with goal to lead men in war had to first share the same burdens of the men they would be commanding. He fought in numerous conflicts under the empire's banner, slowly raising through the ranks. Eventually he would obtain the rank of centurion, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with the Legatus Gaius Van Baelsar to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific primals...One in particular, a man named Crassus, reported back of their actions, and on the eve of the Battle of Cartenau, Felix and his brothers and sisters in arms were set upon by their own.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invaded, the other as a deserter and traitor. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head that he still had a part to play in the shadows...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix's proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the Primal threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. And, in their defense, he does recognize that the legate in charge of the invasion wasn't presenting them many other options other than war. Now he sees how poorly Garlemald has treated Eorzea, and does the only thing he feels is right: aide them in their defense of their homes and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Sand. It just get everywhere, and especially in places it has no right to be&lt;br /&gt;
::* People who break their word, oaths, and/or vows&lt;br /&gt;
::* Buzzards. The damn birds are too aggressive and annoying for their own good&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
::* A decent enough player of the harp and piano. Nothing that could challenge a bard, but good enough to not make a bard cringe either.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Discussing history, or military tactics, or both with those that can give a good conversation on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Is skilled in various fighting forms and weapons, notably gunblade, spear, and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Other===&lt;br /&gt;
::* He has sworn off drinking. The temptation is still strong to return to drink, however, but so far he's resisted it.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Despite slowly making friends among Eorzeans, he's hesitant to reveal much about himself. &lt;br /&gt;
::* A woman is sorely needed in his life, before he takes himself to the death awaiting him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Relationships==&lt;br /&gt;
===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
::* ''Father - Caius Van Scelan'': A fiercly loyal servant of the emperor, Caius leads the small noble house his family has been granted ever in the emperor's service. Making a name for himself in various conflicts and putting down rebellions throughout the empire, he retired from service before the conflict with Eorzea. His current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
::* ''Mother - Nonia Sas Scelan&amp;quot;: Not a native Garlean, but from one of their provinces. She won Caius's heart while he was stationed in her homeland, breaking through his rough, soldier exterior. He married her, thus giving her citizenship, and she took to following him around on his deployments. He took her back to Garlmald when he retired. She was Felix's sole source of comfort in his early life, trying to grant him what bits of childhood she could, while his father pushed for him to master the arts of war. Her current status is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Friends===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
::* ''Crassus nan Sintas'' - Once Felix's closest friend, now his greatest foe. A great admirer of Nael Van Darnus, he couldn't accept the treason Felix committed by siding secretly with Gaius and aiding the Eorzeans. While he could not make claims against an officer such as Gaius, he turned on his former friend, leading them into an ambush of Nael's soldiers. Felix alone survived, though was left for dead. The two have sworn to end the other, and their quest for revenge will likely end with neither alive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Rumors==&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Felix Drake</title>
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| image = Ffxiv 08092014 172327.png&lt;br /&gt;
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| citizenship = Gridania &lt;br /&gt;
| race = Hyur&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_1_value = Late 20's - Early 30's&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_2_value = 6'3&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_5_value = Good&lt;br /&gt;
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| stat_6_value = None&lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. His parents weren’t traveling merchants that had him in some random stretch of land, and he wasn’t raised on the road. This, and the rest of his past as he tells people who ask, was merely a story he developed to not be killed or imprisoned on the spot should his true origins come about.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His true name is Felix Aul Scelan Draconis, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of something anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once he was old enough he was enlisted into the imperial army, starting off as a common footsoldier instead of being granted an officer's rank immediately due to his birth. It was expected that anyone with goal to lead men in war had to first share the same burdens of the men they would be commanding. He fought in numerous conflicts under the empire's banner, slowly raising through the ranks. Eventually he would obtain the rank of centurion, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with the Legatus Gaius Van Baelsar to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific primals...One in particular, a man named Crassus, reported back of their actions, and on the eve of the Battle of Cartenau, Felix and his brothers and sisters in arms were set upon by their own.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invaded, the other as a deserter and traitor. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head that he still had a part to play in the shadows...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix's proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the Primal threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. And, in their defense, he does recognize that the legate in charge of the invasion wasn't presenting them many other options other than war. Now he sees how poorly Garlemald has treated Eorzea, and does the only thing he feels is right: aide them in their defense of their homes and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* &lt;br /&gt;
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===Family===&lt;br /&gt;
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===Friends===&lt;br /&gt;
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===Enemies===&lt;br /&gt;
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==Rumors==&lt;br /&gt;
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==History/Timeline==&lt;br /&gt;
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==Annotations==&lt;br /&gt;
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==History== &lt;br /&gt;
Felix Drake, as most come to know him, was not born in Eorzea as he claims. His parents weren’t traveling merchants that had him in some random stretch of land, and he wasn’t raised on the road. This, and the rest of his past as he tells people who ask, was merely a story he developed to not be killed or imprisoned on the spot should his true origins come about.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His true name is Felix Aul Scelan Draconis, and he was born in Garlemald to a well-respected, but minor family. While wealthy enough to be considered nobles, the family lived a more draconian life than most of the nobility, focusing most of their efforts in improving the growing empire's military. As such, almost as soon as he was old enough to walk, Felix found himself with a blade in his hand, learning the art of war. It cost him an resemblance of something anyone would call a childhood. When he wasn't being instructed in the use of a myriad of different weapons he was dropped into academic studies. Only the bare minimum of time was spent on proper instruction on noble life, so he would be able to conduct himself around the rest of nobility and not offend everyone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once he was old enough he was enlisted into the imperial army, starting off as a common footsoldier instead of being granted an officer's rank immediately due to his birth. It was expected that anyone with goal to lead men in war had to first share the same burdens of the men they would be commanding. He fought in numerous conflicts under the empire's banner, slowly raising through the ranks. Eventually he would obtain the rank of centurion, but instead of holding a typical role in a legion, he was placed in command of a small, elite force of only eight soldiers. Their missions were secret, and they often worked away from the main force of the legion, working behind enemy lines carrying out sabotage, assassinations, and reconnaissance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Felix and his unit were ultimately attached to the VIIth Legion under Legatus Nael Van Darnus. They never expected to meet as fierce a resistance from the Eorzean Alliance as they did, with the city-states combining their resources in an effort to halt the empire's salvation of their land. While Nael was admittedly pursuing the extremes in his conquest, did the Eorzeans not realize the Garlean Empire was merely trying to save them from the threat of the primals? Too dutiful to question the sanity of his legate, Felix led his men on mission after mission, at times staying deep undercover to work behind the lines of the so-called Grand Companies. Doubts would start to form, however, as Nael's actions became increasingly erratic, the man seeming to be loosing his sanity. Several of his men started to whisper that they were no longer doing the empire's work. And when Felix managed to learn of the plan to drop the moon Dalamund, he worked with the Legatus Gaius Van Baelsar to try and help the Eorzeans avoid utter annihilation. But not all of his unit agreed, some voicing that the Eorzeans deserved to die with their beastmen tribes and horrific primals...One in particular, a man named Crassus, reported back of their actions, and on the eve of the Battle of Cartenau, Felix and his brothers and sisters in arms were set upon by their own.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He survived the betrayal, if barely, while his closest friends and allies died around him. Taking to the field alone at Cartenau, near death, he was beset by both side--one seeing him as just a Garlean invaded, the other as a deserter and traitor. He sought out the one who betrayed him, though as they crossed blades, Bahamut awoke from his prison. As Mega-Flare leveled the terrain, a white light surrounded him, a strange voice speaking inside his head that he still had a part to play in the shadows...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he awoke he found himself, bleeding and battered in the snowy mountains of Ishgard. He was found by a patrol of House Haillenarte, and they took him back to their keep to recover and interrogate. They quickly found the man's memory to be mostly lost, all he could recall was being attacked by a massive dragon...They offered him a place to rest and recover. He eventually earned their trust when the keep was attacked by dragons, and despite holding no real reason to, he took up a spear and fought with the defenders instead of hiding and protecting himself. Such actions gained him a place in the House, and he served them to repay the debt he felt he them for saving him, and his skill was such that he even earned admittance into the dragoons. Things turned for the worse, however, when the Garleans returned to Eorzea, and some started to venture into Ishgard. Sheer fate and bad luck would have Felix encounter his former unit mate, the man that betrayed him, the sight bringing back lost memories. A blizzard forced them to part before they could settle the score, but Crassus sought to end the conflict before it could begin. Using spies inside the Ishgardian houses, he had Felix framed to be a dragon cultist, trusting the inquisitors to do his dirty work. And they nearly did...except, once again, Felix's proved hard to kill, as he survived the Witch's Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Leaving his ruined life in Ishgard behind, he took up the mantle of adventurer. Knowing Crassus was out there, killing the man became his goal, so he could lay the memories of the men and women that had died by the betrayal to rest. As the conflict with the Garelans and the Eorzeans escalated, he took a more involved role, aiding the various Grand Companies and eventually joining the Order of the Twin Adder, and acting where he could to undo the damage the Garleans were causing to the people they were causing to suffer. Crassus had taken up his old tactics, operating deep behind Eorzean lines, only he would target all who got in his way, innocents and civilians, instead of just military targets. Such an abuse of power Felix couldn't ignore, and made it his immediate goal to stop the man. But he still has to wonder just how he survived that battle of Cartenau, and what that voice meant...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Personality==&lt;br /&gt;
Felix is a military man that has suddenly, and unexpectedly, found himself thrust into the life of an adventurer. As a soldier he was a skilled leader and great tactician, valued by his commanders for his discipline and ability to get whatever task that was assigned to him done, and loved by his men for treating them as more than just pieces of a military machine. His style of fighting, and thus his style of warfare, is a cautious and planned one, designed to minimize risk to those under his command. Fast, precision strikes are preferred over prolonged engagements, to surprise and overcome the enemy before any resistance could be mounted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, he’s a very analytic man, taking in everything around him, and always has a plan brewing in the back of his mind to deal with almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But his warrior outlook on life is tempered by a code of honor that has always been upheld in his family. It is the duty of the powerful to protect the weak, to keep the wolves from the sheep. Abusing power only proves that one is undeserving of it, and where ever he has gone Felix has done what he can to help those that he can. Be it through aiding the poor to get back on their feet, or defending refugees from soldiers looking for spoils of war, he tries to do what he sees as right to the best of his abilities. He is slow to anger, but once there, he never forgets, and he does have a hard time forgetting grudges once his anger has been earned. For the most part he keeps to himself, though tried to be sociable when approached. But due to his own past, he is slow to trust, and even slower to reveal much about himself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, naturally, a man such as described has a bit of a hard time fitting into the typically more carefree life of an adventurer. No desire to explore and see the world seizes his soul, and there is no want for wealth or glory. It is simply a means to an end, to get around Eorzea as easily as possible, to settle a certain grudge and put past wrongs right.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Despite the war between Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, however, he feels no ill-will or hatred towards Eorzeans. The war was nothing personal, and he does regret the amount of blood spilled on both sides. While he once believed that the Eorzeans are foolish for opposing the empire, for they only wish to unify the land to put an end to conflict and erase the Primal threat, he gives them credit for standing for what they believe in. And, in their defense, he does recognize that the legate in charge of the invasion wasn't presenting them many other options other than war. Now he sees how poorly Garlemald has treated Eorzea, and does the only thing he feels is right: aide them in their defense of their homes and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Tendencies==&lt;br /&gt;
===Likes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Flying&lt;br /&gt;
::* Training&lt;br /&gt;
::* Studying and learning history--in particular, battles of times past and the generals that fought them, and how.&lt;br /&gt;
::* Nights of sleep, as rare as they are, when he isn't daunted by memories of past sins and actions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Dislikes===&lt;br /&gt;
::* Killing for no reason, or sport.&lt;br /&gt;
::* &lt;br /&gt;
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===Hobbies/Talents===&lt;br /&gt;
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===Common Rumors===&lt;br /&gt;
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==Annotations==&lt;br /&gt;
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