RPC Library - User contributions [en]

Yayoi Dejiki

2017-06-07T20:57:26Z

Gratus Stormbearer: Created page with "__NOEDITSECTION__ <div style="padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #000000; background-color: #000000"><div style="padding: 4px; border: 2px solid #000000; background-color:#3A006F..."

__NOEDITSECTION__
<div style="padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #000000; background-color: #000000"><div style="padding: 4px; border: 2px solid #000000; background-color:#3A006F"><div style="padding: 12px; background-color: #000000; color: #3A006F)"><div style="font-size: 14px; color: #FFFFFF;font-family:Helvetica">

<center>"Mess with Yayoi and Cookies eat YOU!" </center><br><br>

{{Infobox-character
| name = Yayoi Dejiki
| image = [[File:Yayoi_Head.jpg]]
| caption =
| title =
| gender = Female
| citizenship = Ul'dah
| race = Au Ra
| clan = Raen
}}

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Basic Info'''</div>==

: '''Full Name''' : Yayoi Dejiki

: '''Aliases''' : None

: '''Namesday''' : 25th Sun, 4th Umbral Moon, year 1565

: '''Age''' : 17

: '''Marital Status''' : Single

: '''Current Residence''' : Ul'dah

: '''Occupation''' : Street Thief

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Appearance'''</div>==

<table style="position:center;" width="100%">
<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:60%;padding-right:10px;">
[[File:Yayoi_Full.jpg|left|300px]]
: '''Complexion''' : Pale

: '''Hair Color''' : Silver

: '''Eyes Color''' : Light blue

: '''Height''' : 4'5"

: '''Weight''' : 75 ponze.

: '''Voice''' : Unknown

: '''Clothing Style''' : Casual

: '''Armor''' : None

: '''Preferred Weapon(s)''' : Cookies and cookies.

<td style="vertical-align: top;width:40%;padding-right:10px;">

:

</tr></table>

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Behavior'''</div>==

<table style="position:center;" width="100%">
<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px;">

: '''Alignment''' : Chaotic Good (CG)

: '''Motivations''' : Survival

: '''Disposition''' : Friendly

: '''Outlook''' : Guarded

: '''Intelligence''' : Acts limited, but those who pay attention see occasional hints of more.

: '''Religion/Philosophy''' : Survive, avoid strangers.

<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px;">
: '''Sexuality''' : Homosexual

: '''Strengths''' : Loyal.

: '''Flaws''' : Quick to flee, very timid.

: '''Fears''': Xaela, males and strangers in general

: '''Misc. Quirks''' : She's never been heard to speak, but seems to possess an enchanted card that will display her thoughts at the cost of mental fatigue.

</tr></table>

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Interests'''</div>==

<table style="position:center;" width="100%">
<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Likes</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Cookies, the food.
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Cookies, the Chocobo
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Shinies
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Shinobi
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Dawn members

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Dislikes</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Strangers
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Slavers
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> The Wealthy
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Being touched
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Being alone

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Skills/Talent</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Fast runner
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Quiet and sneaky
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Quick hands
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Skilled pickpocket
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Skilled chocobo rider

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Hobbies</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Stealing worthless shinies
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Fleeing failed attempts
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Learning to fight
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Hiding cookies in her clothing
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Riding Cookies

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Favorites</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Food/Drink:''' Milk and cookies of course!
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Scent:''' Chocobo
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Color:''' Gold
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Place:''' Ul'dah
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Fesitval:''' None

</tr></table>

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''History'''</div>==

:<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;"><center>'''Origins'''</center></div>
<br>
:: Yayoi dosn't have many memories of her life before her capture, but those few memories she does have are precious to her and she never shares them. She knows she was born in Doma to a loving mother who looked much as she does now. Her father died fighting Imperials somewhere shortly after she was born, and she can't seem to remember either of their names. Her own name is something she thought of herself. refusing to tell her captors her real name, and refusing to go by the name they gave her, she decided to make her own. Yayoi Dejiki sounded silly and light hearted, something she didn't have much of in her life at the time, so she wore it like a badge, proudly announcing herself any time she felt down in an attempt to pep herself back up. Many a times would she annoy her captors by ruining whatever they were trying to have her do, then standing up and shouting 'Yayoi Dejiki!' like it was her own little warcry.
<br>
:<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;"><center>'''Before Dalamud's Fall'''</center></div>
<br>
:: Yayoi remembers the day it happened like it was yesterday, probably because she relives it in her nightmares so often. At the age of twelve, she was accompanying her mother into the village market, exploring the stalls and enjoying the day spent tasting new fruits and sweets. Then, rather suddenly, she heard a bell. The moment the bell started ringing, the world around her erupted into panicked action. Adults were running here and there as children cried and huddled together. The Buduga had come. Known for their raids on other tribes and villages, the Buduga tribe sought to expand their numbers the same way they always did, kidnapping the females of other tribes. Villagers ran for shelter as the few defenders were quickly cut down by the more war-like tribe. At this point, the attackers went from killing to capturing. Xaela males on horseback swooped in to pick up anyone they could get their hands on. Yayoi herself quickly became a target as one large male bore down on her, but her mother stepped forward. Grabbing a spade from a near by merchants stall, she swong as hard as she could, taking the attacker on the temple and sending him to the dirt.

:: He, however, was only one of many, and a woman who would stand and fight them would simply be to much trouble. Backed against a wall, Yayoi had to watch as the attackers turn towards them and rather quickly cut down her mother in front of her. She screamed in fear and loss as she was tossed across the saddle of a horse and taken from the village she had always known.
<br>
:<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;"><center>'''After Dalamud's Fall'''</center></div>
<br>
:: Yayoi proved to be to young for the purposes of her captors, and the idea of feeding a mouth that wasn't contributing didn't suit well to the tribe. She and several others, however, could still be an asset. It didn't take long to sell the young and infirm to a group of slavers. Her new 'guardians' saw her age as a boon. She could be taught and trained from a young age and sold for even more down the road. Herself and the others were split into categories, labor slaves, house and staff slaves, and her group, pleasure slaves. At a young age they began to attempt to train the young girl to serve with her body, she, however, resisted. That got painful, of course. Resistance usually led to beatings and other punishments. To survive, she came to a compromise, accepting the things that wouldn't really hurt her, like learning to act like a lady or learning how to dress or write, while still stubbornly resisting other training.
<br>
:: This came to a head when she rather loudly refused to call anyone 'Master.' She stood up proud, clenched her fists and yelled something rather unflattering to his face before screaming out her warcry, 'Yayoi Dejiki!' He was livid. She had embarrassed him in front of the other slaves and his peers, and he was damned tired of hearing her shout that asinine name every time she thought she had accomplished something. In a fit of rage, he pulled the young girl across the chair, pulled his boot knife and without hesitation or any form of pain control, casually dragged the blade across her neck, cutting deep enough to sever her vocal cords. Her resistance faded greatly after that, the fear of being harmed or killed having been rather effectively installed in her, and without the ability to shout her defiance, or her little war cry, her spirit faded.
<br>
:: After years of training and preparation, when she was almost seventeen, Yayoi was sold to a wealthy merchant in Ul'dah. She was submissive and demure as she was brought home, but whatever happened once she got there changed her. The merchants servants say the master of the house pulled her into his bedroom and closed the door. They heard the girl scream in fear and pain as well as the laughing of their patron. Then, a moment later, his scream, which was quickly cut off. The merchant was found with his throat torn out, and the girl was seed fleeing the room, her mouth and chin covered in blood. She had used her teeth to kill her owner.
<br>
:: LL Since that night, Yayoi has lived on the streets, stealing and hiding to live. She don't let people near her unless she intends to steal from them. However, she seems to consider somethings value entirely by how shiny it is, leading to several skilled thefts of things that simply were not worth stealing. One such treasure ended up being an egg warmer holding a chocobo egg. When it hatched, she, in her own head, named the green feathered bird, 'Cookies'. The two have been a pair since. Any time Yayoi gets in trouble or is afraid, she lets out a whistle and what seems to be a feral chocobo charges in, claws and beak at the ready to defend the young girl.
<br>
:<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;"><center>'''Recent History'''</center></div>
<br>
:: Recently, Yayoi was caught by those seeking revenge for the family of the merchant she killed. Cornered and alone in the Goblet, she let out a whistle and her partner in crime came to her rescue. As Cookies fought off her attackers she turned and ran, only to run into a second assailant. He lashed out at her, sliding into her side. The young girl fell from upper path down to the lower, crawling away, trying to escape, she happened onto the property of the Ascendant Dawn. The group seems to have patched up and welcomed the young girl among them, though her story remains unknown to them, and her thieving has caused a few rifts.
<br>
<br>

:<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;"><center>'''PLOT INFORMATION'''</center></div>
<br>
<br>

:: Yayoi is slowly trying to learn how to exist as more then just a street thief, while trying to find a way to be useful to members of the Dawn, her new family. This does not always go well, and has led to a few minor clashes between herself and those she cares for who seem to think stealing is wrong.

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Character Relations'''</div>==

<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Family</div>

: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Father: None
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Mother: None
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Wife: None
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Child: None

<table style="position:center;" width="100%">
<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>Relationships</center></div></span>
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="4">♥</font> Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#1B9BB2;" size="4">♥</font> Sexual Desire    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="4">♥</font> Platonic Love     <br><font style="color:#00d2d9;" size="4">●</font> Good Standing     <font style="color:#FFEC82;" size="4">●</font> Neutral Standing    <font style="color:#C24640;" size="4">●</font> Poor Standing    <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3"><b>!</b></font> Recent Standing Change</center>

: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="4">♥</font> :

: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="4">♥</font> :

: <font style="color:#00d2d9;" size="4">●</font> :

: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="4">●</font> :

<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>Rumors</center></div></span>
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to message me rumors you've heard!''
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b>
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #A666E2;color:#000000;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#A666E2;" size="3">■</font> She can't speak, the scar across her throat seems the cause.
: <font style="color:#A666E2;" size="3">■</font> She's a skilled thief, but never manages to steal anything valuable!

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #7D38BC;color:#000000;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#7D38BC;" size="3">■</font>She uses a magic paper to communicate, some say she stole it from an arcanist
: <font style="color:#7D38BC;" size="3">■</font>The young girl seems to flee strangers, and absolutely panics when cornered by males

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #591695;color:#ffffff;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#591695;" size="3">■</font> There is a story about a girl fitting her description killing a nobleman with her bare teeth!
: <font style="color:#591695;" size="3">■</font> She acts slow, innocent and young, but some have seen hints that it might be an act.

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #260049;color:#ffffff;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#260049;" size="3">■</font>
: <font style="color:#260049;" size="3">■</font>

</div></td>

</tr></table>

<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Affiliations</div>

<table width="800" border="0" style="position:center">
<tr>
<td width="50"><div align="left">
[[File:gridania-transparent.png|left|50px]]
</div>
</td>
<td align="left" width=175><div align="left">The Twin Addlers<br>(Twin Addler Sergeant)
</div>
</td>
<td width="50"><div align="left">
</div>
</td>
<td align="left"><div align="left">
</div>
</td>
</tr>
</table>

==<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Gallery'''</div>==
<center>
<gallery>
File: Yayoi_Head.jpg
File: Yayoi_Full.jpg
File: Yayoi_Top.jpg
File: Cookies.jpg
File: Riding Cookies.jpg
File: Yayoi Cookies.jpg

</gallery>
</center>

==<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Annotations'''</div>==

: '''Character Comparisons''': Final Fantasy Characters: Penelo (XII), Serah (XIII), Dagger (IX);
: '''Other Similar Characters''': Sakura (Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles) Ururu Tsumugiya (Bleach)
: '''Theme Song''': Halestorm - Mrz Hyde. Papa Roach - Kick in the Teeth
: '''TV Tropes''': "Beware the Silly Ones", "Beware the Nice Ones"
: ''Template credit goes to [[Arianne Beaudonet]], visit her wiki for further credits''
</div>

Yayoi Dijiki

2017-06-07T08:59:15Z

Gratus Stormbearer: rawr

__NOEDITSECTION__
<div style="padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #000000; background-color: #000000"><div style="padding: 4px; border: 2px solid #000000; background-color:#3A006F"><div style="padding: 12px; background-color: #000000; color: #3A006F)"><div style="font-size: 14px; color: #FFFFFF;font-family:Helvetica">

<center>"Mess with Yayoi and Cookies eat YOU!" </center><br><br>

{{Infobox-character
| name = Yayoi Dijiki
| image = [[File:Yayoi_Head.jpg]]
| caption =
| title =
| gender = Female
| citizenship = Ul'dah
| race = Au Ra
| clan = Raen
}}

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Basic Info'''</div>==

: '''Full Name''' : Yayoi Dijiki

: '''Aliases''' : None

: '''Namesday''' : 25th Sun, 4th Umbral Moon, year 1565

: '''Age''' : 17

: '''Marital Status''' : Single

: '''Current Residence''' : Ul'dah

: '''Occupation''' : Street Thief

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Appearance'''</div>==

<table style="position:center;" width="100%">
<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:60%;padding-right:10px;">
[[File:Yayoi_Full.jpg|left|300px]]
: '''Complexion''' : Pale

: '''Hair Color''' : Silver

: '''Eyes Color''' : Light blue

: '''Height''' : 4'5"

: '''Weight''' : 75 ponze.

: '''Voice''' : Unknown

: '''Clothing Style''' : Casual

: '''Armor''' : None

: '''Preferred Weapon(s)''' : Cookies and cookies.

<td style="vertical-align: top;width:40%;padding-right:10px;">

:

</tr></table>

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Behavior'''</div>==

<table style="position:center;" width="100%">
<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px;">

: '''Alignment''' : Chaotic Good (CG)

: '''Motivations''' : Survival

: '''Disposition''' : Friendly

: '''Outlook''' : Guarded

: '''Intelligence''' : Acts limited, but those who pay attention see occasional hints of more.

: '''Religion/Philosophy''' : Survive, avoid strangers.

<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px;">
: '''Sexuality''' : Homosexual

: '''Strengths''' : Loyal.

: '''Flaws''' : Quick to flee, very timid.

: '''Fears''': Xaela, males and strangers in general

: '''Misc. Quirks''' : She's never been heard to speak, but seems to possess an enchanted card that will display her thoughts at the cost of mental fatigue.

</tr></table>

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Interests'''</div>==

<table style="position:center;" width="100%">
<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Likes</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Cookies, the food.
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Cookies, the Chocobo
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Shinies
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Shinobi
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Dawn members

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Dislikes</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Strangers
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Slavers
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> The Wealthy
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Being touched
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Being alone

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Skills/Talent</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Fast runner
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Quiet and sneaky
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Quick hands
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Skilled pickpocket
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Skilled chocobo rider

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Hobbies</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Stealing worthless shinies
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Fleeing failed attempts
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Learning to fight
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Hiding cookies in her clothing
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Riding Cookies

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Favorites</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Food/Drink:''' Milk and cookies of course!
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Scent:''' Chocobo
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Color:''' Gold
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Place:''' Ul'dah
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Fesitval:''' None

</tr></table>

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''History'''</div>==

:<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;"><center>'''Origins'''</center></div>
<br>
:: Yayoi dosn't have many memories of her life before her capture, but those few memories she does have are precious to her and she never shares them. She knows she was born in Doma to a loving mother who looked much as she does now. Her father died fighting Imperials somewhere shortly after she was born, and she can't seem to remember either of their names. Her own name is something she thought of herself. refusing to tell her captors her real name, and refusing to go by the name they gave her, she decided to make her own. Yayoi Dijiki sounded silly and light hearted, something she didn't have much of in her life at the time, so she wore it like a badge, proudly announcing herself any time she felt down in an attempt to pep herself back up. Many a times would she annoy her captors by ruining whatever they were trying to have her do, then standing up and shouting 'Yayoi Dijiki!' like it was her own little warcry.
<br>
:<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;"><center>'''Before Dalamud's Fall'''</center></div>
<br>
:: Yayoi remembers the day it happened like it was yesterday, probably because she relives it in her nightmares so often. At the age of twelve, she was accompanying her mother into the village market, exploring the stalls and enjoying the day spent tasting new fruits and sweets. Then, rather suddenly, she heard a bell. The moment the bell started ringing, the world around her erupted into panicked action. Adults were running here and there as children cried and huddled together. The Buduga had come. Known for their raids on other tribes and villages, the Buduga tribe sought to expand their numbers the same way they always did, kidnapping the females of other tribes. Villagers ran for shelter as the few defenders were quickly cut down by the more war-like tribe. At this point, the attackers went from killing to capturing. Xaela males on horseback swooped in to pick up anyone they could get their hands on. Yayoi herself quickly became a target as one large male bore down on her, but her mother stepped forward. Grabbing a spade from a near by merchants stall, she swong as hard as she could, taking the attacker on the temple and sending him to the dirt.

:: He, however, was only one of many, and a woman who would stand and fight them would simply be to much trouble. Backed against a wall, Yayoi had to watch as the attackers turn towards them and rather quickly cut down her mother in front of her. She screamed in fear and loss as she was tossed across the saddle of a horse and taken from the village she had always known.
<br>
:<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;"><center>'''After Dalamud's Fall'''</center></div>
<br>
:: Yayoi proved to be to young for the purposes of her captors, and the idea of feeding a mouth that wasn't contributing didn't suit well to the tribe. She and several others, however, could still be an asset. It didn't take long to sell the young and infirm to a group of slavers. Her new 'guardians' saw her age as a boon. She could be taught and trained from a young age and sold for even more down the road. Herself and the others were split into categories, labor slaves, house and staff slaves, and her group, pleasure slaves. At a young age they began to attempt to train the young girl to serve with her body, she, however, resisted. That got painful, of course. Resistance usually led to beatings and other punishments. To survive, she came to a compromise, accepting the things that wouldn't really hurt her, like learning to act like a lady or learning how to dress or write, while still stubbornly resisting other training.
<br>
:: This came to a head when she rather loudly refused to call anyone 'Master.' She stood up proud, clenched her fists and yelled something rather unflattering to his face before screaming out her warcry, 'Yayoi dijiki!' He was livid. She had embarrassed him in front of the other slaves and his peers, and he was damned tired of hearing her shout that asinine name every time she thought she had accomplished something. In a fit of rage, he pulled the young girl across the chair, pulled his boot knife and without hesitation or any form of pain control, casually dragged the blade across her neck, cutting deep enough to sever her vocal cords. Her resistance faded greatly after that, the fear of being harmed or killed having been rather effectively installed in her, and without the ability to shout her defiance, or her little war cry, her spirit faded.
<br>
:: After years of training and preparation, when she was almost seventeen, Yayoi was sold to a wealthy merchant in Ul'dah. She was submissive and demure as she was brought home, but whatever happened once she got there changed her. The merchants servants say the master of the house pulled her into his bedroom and closed the door. They heard the girl scream in fear and pain as well as the laughing of their patron. Then, a moment later, his scream, which was quickly cut off. The merchant was found with his throat torn out, and the girl was seed fleeing the room, her mouth and chin covered in blood. She had used her teeth to kill her owner.
<br>
:: LL Since that night, Yayoi has lived on the streets, stealing and hiding to live. She don't let people near her unless she intends to steal from them. However, she seems to consider somethings value entirely by how shiny it is, leading to several skilled thefts of things that simply were not worth stealing. One such treasure ended up being an egg warmer holding a chocobo egg. When it hatched, she, in her own head, named the green feathered bird, 'Cookies'. The two have been a pair since. Any time Yayoi gets in trouble or is afraid, she lets out a whistle and what seems to be a feral chocobo charges in, claws and beak at the ready to defend the young girl.
<br>
:<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;"><center>'''Recent History'''</center></div>
<br>
:: Recently, Yayoi was caught by those seeking revenge for the family of the merchant she killed. Cornered and alone in the Goblet, she let out a whistle and her partner in crime came to her rescue. As Cookies fought off her attackers she turned and ran, only to run into a second assailant. He lashed out at her, sliding into her side. The young girl fell from upper path down to the lower, crawling away, trying to escape, she happened onto the property of the Ascendant Dawn. The group seems to have patched up and welcomed the young girl among them, though her story remains unknown to them, and her thieving has caused a few rifts.
<br>
<br>

:<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;"><center>'''PLOT INFORMATION'''</center></div>
<br>
<br>

:: Yayoi is slowly trying to learn how to exist as more then just a street thief, while trying to find a way to be useful to members of the Dawn, her new family. This does not always go well, and has led to a few minor clashes between herself and those she cares for who seem to think stealing is wrong.

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Character Relations'''</div>==

<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Family</div>

: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Father: None
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Mother: None
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Wife: None
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Child: None

<table style="position:center;" width="100%">
<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>Relationships</center></div></span>
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="4">♥</font> Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#1B9BB2;" size="4">♥</font> Sexual Desire    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="4">♥</font> Platonic Love     <br><font style="color:#00d2d9;" size="4">●</font> Good Standing     <font style="color:#FFEC82;" size="4">●</font> Neutral Standing    <font style="color:#C24640;" size="4">●</font> Poor Standing    <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3"><b>!</b></font> Recent Standing Change</center>

: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="4">♥</font> :

: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="4">♥</font> :

: <font style="color:#00d2d9;" size="4">●</font> :

: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="4">●</font> :

<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>Rumors</center></div></span>
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to message me rumors you've heard!''
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b>
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #A666E2;color:#000000;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#A666E2;" size="3">■</font> She can't speak, the scar across her throat seems the cause.
: <font style="color:#A666E2;" size="3">■</font> She's a skilled thief, but never manages to steal anything valuable!

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #7D38BC;color:#000000;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#7D38BC;" size="3">■</font>She uses a magic paper to communicate, some say she stole it from an arcanist
: <font style="color:#7D38BC;" size="3">■</font>The young girl seems to flee strangers, and absolutely panics when cornered by males

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #591695;color:#ffffff;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#591695;" size="3">■</font> There is a story about a girl fitting her description killing a nobleman with her bare teeth!
: <font style="color:#591695;" size="3">■</font> She acts slow, innocent and young, but some have seen hints that it might be an act.

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #260049;color:#ffffff;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#260049;" size="3">■</font>
: <font style="color:#260049;" size="3">■</font>

</div></td>

</tr></table>

<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Affiliations</div>

<table width="800" border="0" style="position:center">
<tr>
<td width="50"><div align="left">
[[File:gridania-transparent.png|left|50px]]
</div>
</td>
<td align="left" width=175><div align="left">The Twin Addlers<br>(Twin Addler Sergeant)
</div>
</td>
<td width="50"><div align="left">
</div>
</td>
<td align="left"><div align="left">
</div>
</td>
</tr>
</table>

==<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Gallery'''</div>==
<center>
<gallery>
File: Yayoi_Head.jpg
File: Yayoi_Full.jpg
File: Yayoi_Top.jpg
File: Cookies.jpg
File: Riding Cookies.jpg
File: Yayoi Cookies.jpg

</gallery>
</center>

==<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Annotations'''</div>==

: '''Character Comparisons''': Final Fantasy Characters: Penelo (XII), Serah (XIII), Dagger (IX);
: '''Other Similar Characters''': Sakura (Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles) Ururu Tsumugiya (Bleach)
: '''Theme Song''': Halestorm - Mrz Hyde. Papa Roach - Kick in the Teeth
: '''TV Tropes''': "Beware the Silly Ones", "Beware the Nice Ones"
: ''Template credit goes to [[Arianne Beaudonet]], visit her wiki for further credits''
</div>

Yayoi Dijiki

2017-06-07T08:46:50Z

2015-12-10T23:02:11Z

Gratus Stormbearer: Nehlu Does Yoga!

Nehlu Does Yoga!

File:NehlutheWhite.jpg

2015-12-10T23:01:51Z

Gratus Stormbearer: Nehlu in her ceremonial white armor

Nehlu in her ceremonial white armor

File:NehlutheBlack.jpg

2015-12-10T23:01:27Z

Gratus Stormbearer: Nehlu in her standard Black Armor

Nehlu in her standard Black Armor

File:NehluSwim.jpg

2015-12-10T23:00:58Z

Gratus Stormbearer: Nehlu in Swimwear

Nehlu in Swimwear

Nehlu Faircloud

2015-12-10T22:57:41Z

Gratus Stormbearer:

File:NehluMugshot.jpg

2015-12-10T22:57:07Z

Gratus Stormbearer: A Nehlu mugshot

A Nehlu mugshot

Nehlu Faircloud

2015-12-10T22:56:04Z

Gratus Stormbearer:

Nehlu Faircloud

2015-12-10T22:54:52Z

Gratus Stormbearer:

File:Nehlucasual.jpg

2015-12-10T22:52:08Z

Gratus Stormbearer: Nehlu in her normal attire

Nehlu in her normal attire

Nehlu Faircloud

2015-12-10T22:20:06Z

2015-06-05T03:21:25Z

Gratus Stormbearer: Gratus in his Smithing gear.

Gratus in his Smithing gear.

2014-08-31T04:28:47Z

Gratus Stormbearer:

__NOEDITSECTION__
<div style="padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #000000; background-color: #000000"><div style="padding: 4px; border: 2px solid #000000; background-color:#3A006F"><div style="padding: 12px; background-color: #000000; color: #3A006F)"><div style="font-size: 14px; color: #FFFFFF;font-family:Helvetica">

<center>Gohei: You're the man from yesterday! So, do you believe too that a sword is for protecting people?
Kenshin: No. I believe that a sword is a weapon, and Kendo is a technique for killing. Ms. Kaoru believes that I cannot kill a man... (smiles) I just love her naive impression of me! I wish that it's the truth, but I'm afraid it isn't. - Himora Kenshin </center>

{{Infobox-character
| name = Gratus Stormbearer
| image = SmithUpper.jpg
| caption =
| title =
| gender = Male
| citizenship = Ul'Dah
| race = Hyur
| clan = Highlander
}}

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Basic Info'''</div>==

: '''Full Name''' : Gratus Stormbearer

: '''Aliases''' : None

: '''Namesday''' : 25th Sun, 4th Umbral Moon, year 1550

: '''Age''' : 28

: '''Marital Status''' : Single

: '''Current Residence''' : Ul'Dah.

: '''Occupation''' : Metal smith

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Appearance'''</div>==

<table style="position:center;" width="100%">
<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:60%;padding-right:10px;">
[[File:SmithFull.jpg|left|300px]]
: '''Complexion''' : Tan

: '''Hair Color''' : Black

: '''Eyes Color''' : Light blue

: '''Height''' : 6'6"

: '''Weight''' : 250 ponze.

: '''Voice''' : Masculine, with a hint of authority or command.

: '''Clothing Style''' : Casual

: '''Armor''' : Heavy, though he hasn't been seen wearing it in some time.

: '''Preferred Weapon(s)''' : Sword and shield, though he hasn't been seen with them in some time.

<td style="vertical-align: top;width:40%;padding-right:10px;">

:

</tr></table>

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Behavior'''</div>==

<table style="position:center;" width="100%">
<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px;">

: '''Alignment''' : Lawful Good (LG)

: '''Motivations''' : None. He's lacked real motivation for some time.

: '''Disposition''' : Reserved and quiet.

: '''Outlook''' : Practical

: '''Intelligence''' : Is fairly logically minded, and a decent strategist

: '''Religion/Philosophy''' : Halone, The Fury.

<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px;">
: '''Sexuality''' : Heterosexual

: '''Strengths''' : Loyal, Brave, Unyielding

: '''Flaws''' : Dwells on past mistakes and lets memories hold him back.

: '''Fears''': Repeating past mistakes, losing close friends.

: '''Misc. Quirks''' : Though somber and solitary, he still seems quick to defend others without thought.

</tr></table>

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Interests'''</div>==

<table style="position:center;" width="100%">
<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Likes</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Working at a forge
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Creating quality peices
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> A good drink
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> An interesting tale
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> A good meal

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Dislikes</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Rude/Obnoxious people
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Those who take advantage of the innocent
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Commanders who undervalue their men.
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Less then quality workmanship.
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Speaking about his past.

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Skills/Talent</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Highly skilled with a blade
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Athletic and muscular
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Skilled in all forms of Metal Smithing
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Experienced Troop Commander
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Moderate talents in white magic

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Hobbies</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Skilled Blacksmith
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Skilled Armorsmith
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Skilled Goldsmith
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Skilled Miner
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Skilled Fisher

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Favorites</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Food/Drink:''' Steak, Red Wine
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Scent:''' Ocean breeze
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Color:''' Silver
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Place:''' Horizon
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Fesitval:''' None

</tr></table>

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''History'''</div>==

:<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;"><center>'''Origins'''</center></div>
<br>
::Gratus was born to Arin and Eric Stormbearer on the 25th Sun, 4th Umbral Moon, year 1550. At a healthy 10 ponze already, the couple knew their boy would grow to be rather tall someday. Eric, a member of the Sultansworn and Arin, a lesser nobles daughter, worked hard to give Gratus the kind of upbringing that would make them proud.

::At a young age, Eric began to train Gratus in swordplay. His skills sharpened quickly, so that by the time he reached his eighteenth birthday his talent with a blade was unquestionable. His father's eyes filled with pride when he would talk of his son and how he would soon become a Sultansworn, following in his father's footsteps.

::That, however, was not Gratus's plan. Guarding a silly highborn fool, standing around doing nothing all day, the thought of that life, left him bored and disinterested. It was the stories he was hearing that had his attention. Clashes between pirates and Sahagin, companies of adventurers raising steel against Titan and Leviathan. Against his families wishes, Gratus set out to be an adventurer.
<br>
:<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;"><center>'''Before Dalamud's Fall'''</center></div>
<br>
:: It was only a year or so afterwards that the Lambs of Dalamud began their foul work. They thought the scent of fresh blood would attract the spirit in the moon lower, enticing it to purge the land. To aid their plan, they began to lure adventurers to their death, sometimes with false cries of family members in peril. One follower in particular, however, decided that real captives would add to the blood and put him above the others in the eyes of his savior.

::On one of his trips through Ul'Dah, Gratus learned that it was his own family that had been taken by this madman, and that many adventurers had already been lured to their deaths trying to free them. His rage knew no limit, both for the cultist and himself, for if he had stayed and become Sultansworn as his parents wished, he might have been there to protect them.

::Gratus began his own investigation into his parents disappearance. After a few weeks, and much of his adventuring coin, the trail finally led him to the culprits lair. The tricks and traps of the cultist that had flailed so many others seemed to be shed like water off his plate-mail, that ever building fury directing him deeper and deeper into the cave. The Thaumaturge quickly became fearful of the expression on the young man's face, even as he hurled spell after spell.

::Gratus, using the shield of his father, was able to survive the worst of the flames, driving towards the mage who now swore he faced a demon. Once they were only a few fulam apart, the boy raised his sword, bringing it down just as the mage released another spell. The collision of steel and magic erupting in a small area sent both men flying. When Gratus awoke, the mage was gone. The cave contained the remains of adventurers sacrificed to Dalamud in a blood ritual, and among the fallen, his family.

::Determined to honor his father, and right his past mistakes, Gratus took up his sword, joining the Sultansworn.
<br>
:<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;"><center>'''After Dalamud's Fall'''</center></div>
<br>
:: Dalamud's Fall... all of the Eorzean Alliance lined up against the Vllth legion in a battle to end them all. The Alliance needed to hold Mor Dhona as a grounds for the ritual to stop Dalamud's descent. Among the companies of soldiers, adventurers and mercenaries, stood the Sultansworn. Those not currently guarding the Sultana were folded into the ranks of the great host on that field, as no man could be spared from such an important mission. With them was Gratus. The lad had done well among the Sultansworn, rising in rank until he commanded a small contingent of his own men. His unit had functioned well together so far, showing a strength and courage that made the young man proud to lead them.

:: The battle raged back and forth, and though the Alliance at times seemed to win, the Vllth legion would push back and retake ground. Even as they fought, the moon cracked over head, spewing fire and debris across the field of battle, but still the alliance did not back. Not until the mighty Bahamut broke free of his prison and began a rain of flame and destruction.

:: Given the order to fall back, Gratus let his code clash with his orders. Instead of ordering his men into a retreat, he moved them to help cover the escape of the adventurers and mercenaries. His men held well, fighting off legion of Vllth soldiers even as fire and rock slammed down around them. But even men as brave as these can't hold forever. The chaos was taking its toll, and one by one his men started to fall. What happened next, no one really knows, only that a blinding light covered the battlefield, and when Gratus awoke, he was alone.

::He returned to Ul'Dah, finding that none of his men had yet done so. He held out hope for some time, but soon enough he started to accept the truth. They were gone, he had led them to their deaths. The young man renounced his rank and hung up his sword, swearing to never drawl it again.
<br>
:<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;"><center>'''Recent History'''</center></div>
<br>
:: Since then, Gratus has lived as a Metalsmith. Skilled with Armor, Weapons and even softer metals and jewelry. He strives to work hard in his craft, and produce only quality goods. He's determined that in his crafting, he will never make a mistake that might lead to another's death, and so countless items that would be perfectly serviceable find themselves on the scrap-pile after a single glance of his overly critical eyes.

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Character Relations'''</div>==

<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Family</div>

: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Father: Eric Stormbearer (Deceased)
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Mother: Arin Stormbearer (Deceased)
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Wife: None
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Child: None

<table style="position:center;" width="100%">
<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>Relationships</center></div></span>
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="4">♥</font> Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#1B9BB2;" size="4">♥</font> Sexual Desire    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="4">♥</font> Platonic Love     <br><font style="color:#00d2d9;" size="4">●</font> Good Standing     <font style="color:#FFEC82;" size="4">●</font> Neutral Standing    <font style="color:#C24640;" size="4">●</font> Poor Standing    <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3"><b>!</b></font> Recent Standing Change</center>

: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="4">♥</font> :

: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="4">♥</font> :

: <font style="color:#00d2d9;" size="4">●</font> :

: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="4">●</font> :

<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>Rumors</center></div></span>
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to message me rumors you've heard!''
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b>
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #A666E2;color:#000000;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#A666E2;" size="3">■</font> Gratus used to be a member of the Sultansworn
: <font style="color:#A666E2;" size="3">■</font> He often throws out his own creations that don't meet his standards of quality.

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #7D38BC;color:#000000;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#7D38BC;" size="3">■</font>He was the only survivor of his detail.
: <font style="color:#7D38BC;" size="3">■</font>He has spent hours destroying and remaking the same piece until it fits his standards

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #591695;color:#ffffff;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#591695;" size="3">■</font> He spends the anniversary of his parents death at their grave-site.
: <font style="color:#591695;" size="3">■</font> He can rarely be heard whispering names to himself when faced with a tough choice

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #260049;color:#ffffff;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#260049;" size="3">■</font>
: <font style="color:#260049;" size="3">■</font>

</div></td>

</tr></table>

<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Affiliations</div>

<table width="800" border="0" style="position:center">
<tr>
<td width="50"><div align="left">
[[File:Ul%27dah-transparent.png|left|50px]]
</div>
</td>
<td align="left" width=175><div align="left">The Immortal Flames<br>(Flame Sergeant)
</div>
</td>
<td width="50"><div align="left">
</div>
</td>
<td align="left"><div align="left">
</div>
</td>
</tr>
</table>

==<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Gallery'''</div>==
<center>
<gallery>
File:SmithFull.jpg
File:SmithUpper.jpg
File:GratusPaladin.jpg
File:Calandershot.jpg
</gallery>
</center>

==<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Annotations'''</div>==

: '''Character Comparisons''': Final Fantasy Characters: Auron (X), Snow (XIII), Adelbert Steiner (IX);
: '''Other Similar Characters''': Himora Kenshin (Samurai X), Syaoran (Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles)
: '''Theme Song''': Disturbed - Indestructible. Nickleback - This means War. Creed- Freedom Fighter.
: '''TV Tropes''': Regretful Soldier
: ''Template credit goes to [[Arianne Beaudonet]], visit her wiki for further credits''
</div>

Gratus Stormbearer

2014-08-28T21:30:56Z

Gratus Stormbearer:

__NOEDITSECTION__
<div style="padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #000000; background-color: #000000"><div style="padding: 4px; border: 2px solid #000000; background-color:#3A006F"><div style="padding: 12px; background-color: #000000; color: #3A006F)"><div style="font-size: 14px; color: #FFFFFF;font-family:Helvetica">

<center> </center>

{{Infobox-character
| name = Gratus Stormbearer
| image = SmithUpper.jpg
| caption =
| title =
| gender = Male
| citizenship = Ul'Dah
| race = Hyur
| clan = Highlander
}}

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Basic Info'''</div>==

: '''Full Name''' : Gratus Stormbearer

: '''Aliases''' : None

: '''Namesday''' : 25th Sun, 4th Umbral Moon, year 1550

: '''Age''' : 28

: '''Marital Status''' : Single

: '''Current Residence''' : Ul'Dah.

: '''Occupation''' : Metal smith

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Appearance'''</div>==

<table style="position:center;" width="100%">
<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:60%;padding-right:10px;">
[[File:SmithFull.jpg|left|300px]]
: '''Complexion''' : Tan

: '''Hair Color''' : Black

: '''Eyes Color''' : Light blue

: '''Height''' : 6'6"

: '''Weight''' : 250 ponze.

: '''Voice''' : Masculine, with a hint of authority or command.

: '''Clothing Style''' : Casual

: '''Armor''' : Heavy, though he hasn't been seen wearing it in some time.

: '''Preferred Weapon(s)''' : Sword and shield, though he hasn't been seen with them in some time.

<td style="vertical-align: top;width:40%;padding-right:10px;">

:

</tr></table>

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Behavior'''</div>==

<table style="position:center;" width="100%">
<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px;">

: '''Alignment''' : Lawful Good (LG)

: '''Motivations''' : None. He's lacked real motivation for some time.

: '''Disposition''' : Reserved and quiet.

: '''Outlook''' : Practical

: '''Intelligence''' : Is fairly logically minded, and a decent strategist

: '''Religion/Philosophy''' : Halone, The Fury.

<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px;">
: '''Sexuality''' : Heterosexual

: '''Strengths''' : Loyal, Brave, Unyielding

: '''Flaws''' : Dwells on past mistakes and lets memories hold him back.

: '''Fears''': Repeating past mistakes, losing close friends.

: '''Misc. Quirks''' : Though somber and solitary, he still seems quick to defend others without thought.

</tr></table>

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Interests'''</div>==

<table style="position:center;" width="100%">
<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Likes</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Working at a forge
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Creating quality peices
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> A good drink
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> An interesting tale
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> A good meal

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Dislikes</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Rude/Obnoxious people
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Those who take advantage of the innocent
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Commanders who undervalue their men.
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Less then quality workmanship.
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Speaking about his past.

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Skills/Talent</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Highly skilled with a blade
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Athletic and muscular
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Skilled in all forms of Metal Smithing
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Experienced Troop Commander
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Moderate talents in white magic

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Hobbies</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Skilled Blacksmith
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Skilled Armorsmith
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Skilled Goldsmith
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Skilled Miner
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Skilled Fisher

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Favorites</div></span>
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Food/Drink:''' Steak, Red Wine
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Scent:''' Ocean breeze
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Color:''' Silver
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Place:''' Horizon
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> '''Favorite Fesitval:''' None

</tr></table>

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''History'''</div>==

:<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;"><center>'''Origins'''</center></div>
<br>
::Gratus was born to Arin and Eric Stormbearer on the 25th Sun, 4th Umbral Moon, year 1550. At a healthy 10 ponze already, the couple knew their boy would grow to be rather tall someday. Eric, a member of the Sultansworn and Arin, a lesser nobles daughter, worked hard to give Gratus the kind of upbringing that would make them proud.

::At a young age, Eric began to train Gratus in swordplay. His skills sharpened quickly, so that by the time he reached his eighteenth birthday his talent with a blade was unquestionable. His father's eyes filled with pride when he would talk of his son and how he would soon become a Sultansworn, following in his father's footsteps.

::That, however, was not Gratus's plan. Guarding a silly highborn fool, standing around doing nothing all day, the thought of that life, left him bored and disinterested. It was the stories he was hearing that had his attention. Clashes between pirates and Sahagin, companies of adventurers raising steel against Titan and Leviathan. Against his families wishes, Gratus set out to be an adventurer.
<br>
:<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;"><center>'''Before Dalamud's Fall'''</center></div>
<br>
:: It was only a year or so afterwards that the Lambs of Dalamud began their foul work. They thought the scent of fresh blood would attract the spirit in the moon lower, enticing it to purge the land. To aid their plan, they began to lure adventurers to their death, sometimes with false cries of family members in peril. One follower in particular, however, decided that real captives would add to the blood and put him above the others in the eyes of his savior.

::On one of his trips through Ul'Dah, Gratus learned that it was his own family that had been taken by this madman, and that many adventurers had already been lured to their deaths trying to free them. His rage knew no limit, both for the cultist and himself, for if he had stayed and become Sultansworn as his parents wished, he might have been there to protect them.

::Gratus began his own investigation into his parents disappearance. After a few weeks, and much of his adventuring coin, the trail finally led him to the culprits lair. The tricks and traps of the cultist that had flailed so many others seemed to be shed like water off his plate-mail, that ever building fury directing him deeper and deeper into the cave. The Thaumaturge quickly became fearful of the expression on the young man's face, even as he hurled spell after spell.

::Gratus, using the shield of his father, was able to survive the worst of the flames, driving towards the mage who now swore he faced a demon. Once they were only a few fulam apart, the boy raised his sword, bringing it down just as the mage released another spell. The collision of steel and magic erupting in a small area sent both men flying. When Gratus awoke, the mage was gone. The cave contained the remains of adventurers sacrificed to Dalamud in a blood ritual, and among the fallen, his family.

::Determined to honor his father, and right his past mistakes, Gratus took up his sword, joining the Sultansworn.
<br>
:<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;"><center>'''After Dalamud's Fall'''</center></div>
<br>
:: Dalamud's Fall... all of the Eorzean Alliance lined up against the Vllth legion in a battle to end them all. The Alliance needed to hold Mor Dhona as a grounds for the ritual to stop Dalamud's descent. Among the companies of soldiers, adventurers and mercenaries, stood the Sultansworn. Those not currently guarding the Sultana were folded into the ranks of the great host on that field, as no man could be spared from such an important mission. With them was Gratus. The lad had done well among the Sultansworn, rising in rank until he commanded a small contingent of his own men. His unit had functioned well together so far, showing a strength and courage that made the young man proud to lead them.

:: The battle raged back and forth, and though the Alliance at times seemed to win, the Vllth legion would push back and retake ground. Even as they fought, the moon cracked over head, spewing fire and debris across the field of battle, but still the alliance did not back. Not until the mighty Bahamut broke free of his prison and began a rain of flame and destruction.

:: Given the order to fall back, Gratus let his code clash with his orders. Instead of ordering his men into a retreat, he moved them to help cover the escape of the adventurers and mercenaries. His men held well, fighting off legion of Vllth soldiers even as fire and rock slammed down around them. But even men as brave as these can't hold forever. The chaos was taking its toll, and one by one his men started to fall. What happened next, no one really knows, only that a blinding light covered the battlefield, and when Gratus awoke, he was alone.

::He returned to Ul'Dah, finding that none of his men had yet done so. He held out hope for some time, but soon enough he started to accept the truth. They were gone, he had led them to their deaths. The young man renounced his rank and hung up his sword, swearing to never drawl it again.
<br>
:<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;"><center>'''Recent History'''</center></div>
<br>
:: Since then, Gratus has lived as a Metalsmith. Skilled with Armor, Weapons and even softer metals and jewelry. He strives to work hard in his craft, and produce only quality goods. He's determined that in his crafting, he will never make a mistake that might lead to another's death, and so countless items that would be perfectly serviceable find themselves on the scrap-pile after a single glance of his overly critical eyes.

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Character Relations'''</div>==

<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Family</div>

: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Father: Eric Stormbearer (Deceased)
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Mother: Arin Stormbearer (Deceased)
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Wife: None
: <font style="color:#4C006F;" size="2">■</font> Child: None

<table style="position:center;" width="100%">
<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>Relationships</center></div></span>
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="4">♥</font> Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#1B9BB2;" size="4">♥</font> Sexual Desire    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="4">♥</font> Platonic Love     <br><font style="color:#00d2d9;" size="4">●</font> Good Standing     <font style="color:#FFEC82;" size="4">●</font> Neutral Standing    <font style="color:#C24640;" size="4">●</font> Poor Standing    <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3"><b>!</b></font> Recent Standing Change</center>

: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="4">♥</font> :

: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="4">♥</font> :

: <font style="color:#00d2d9;" size="4">●</font> :

: <font style="color:#C24640;" size="4">●</font> :

<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #4C006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>Rumors</center></div></span>
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to message me rumors you've heard!''
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b>
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #A666E2;color:#000000;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#A666E2;" size="3">■</font> Gratus used to be a member of the Sultansworn
: <font style="color:#A666E2;" size="3">■</font> He often throws out his own creations that don't meet his standards of quality.

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #7D38BC;color:#000000;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#7D38BC;" size="3">■</font>He was the only survivor of his detail.
: <font style="color:#7D38BC;" size="3">■</font>He has spent hours destroying and remaking the same piece until it fits his standards

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #591695;color:#ffffff;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#591695;" size="3">■</font> He spends the anniversary of his parents death at their grave-site.
: <font style="color:#591695;" size="3">■</font> He can rarely be heard whispering names to himself when faced with a tough choice

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #260049;color:#ffffff;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#260049;" size="3">■</font>
: <font style="color:#260049;" size="3">■</font>

</div></td>

</tr></table>

<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #3A006F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Affiliations</div>

<table width="800" border="0" style="position:center">
<tr>
<td width="50"><div align="left">
[[File:Ul%27dah-transparent.png|left|50px]]
</div>
</td>
<td align="left" width=175><div align="left">The Immortal Flames<br>(Flame Sergeant)
</div>
</td>
<td width="50"><div align="left">
</div>
</td>
<td align="left"><div align="left">
</div>
</td>
</tr>
</table>

==<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Gallery'''</div>==
<center>
<gallery>
File:SmithFull.jpg
File:SmithUpper.jpg
File:GratusPaladin.jpg
File:Calandershot.jpg
</gallery>
</center>

==<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #3A006F;font-size:20px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''Annotations'''</div>==

: '''Character Comparisons''': Final Fantasy Characters: Auron (X), Snow (XIII), Adelbert Steiner (IX);
: '''Other Similar Characters''': Rurouni Kenshin (Samurai X), Syaoran (Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles)
: '''Theme Song''': Disturbed - Indestructible. Nickleback - This means War. Creed- Freedom Fighter.
: '''TV Tropes''': Regretful Soldier
: ''Template credit goes to [[Arianne Beaudonet]], visit her wiki for further credits''
</div>