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Averill Rooks

2014-08-23T21:03:33Z

Raz:

<BLOCKQUOTE><small>This Template was created by [[Deirdre Ta'ea]]</small></BLOCKQUOTE>

<BLOCKQUOTE> ''"There's plenty of stories across Eorzea. I mean to hear them all."'' </BLOCKQUOTE>

'''Averill Rooks''' (Formerly Averill Tomus) is a vagrant Midlander, travelling primarily between Ul'dah and Gridania. His relaxed, well-spoken demeanour belies educated origins, far from the typical ruffian who takes life to the road.

A hunter and an adventurer by trade, Averill finds strong pleasure in the company of other people; he likes nothing more than to hear the tales of those he encounters.

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| caption = On the streets of Ul'dah.
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| gender = Male
| citizenship = Gridanian
| race = Hyur
| clan = Midlander
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| stat_5 = Patron Deity
| stat_5_value = Oschon, the Wanderer
| stat_6 =
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==Character==
===General===
Averill's boots have seen more roads than most. A vagrant from his late teens, he found purpose in the romantic life of a wanderer. Taking each day as it comes, risking life and limb on every adventure around the corner, sharing those adventures with the people one meets - these are the values that he holds dear.

Recently, his wanderlust has brought him to Gridania. The verdant Black Shroud claimed his heart the moment he took his first steps into the lush woodland, and he settled on the life of an adventurer. For the first time in many years, Averill found somewhere he could readily call home.

===Appearance===
A Midlander of average height and stature, Averill's young face carries with it a well-travelled expression. He keeps himself clean and well-maintained, as far as his vagrancy allows. His dark brown hair, though long, is unobtrusive and practical, keeping clear of his sharpened green eyes.

There is always some kind of dirt on his clothes - mud on his boots, the slightest fading or fraying of his travelling gear. Try as he might to hide it with his demeanour, a careful eye can see his true nature as a wanderer.

===Personality===
Many would be hard-pressed to find a soul as relaxed as Averill. In the tavern or the heat of battle, he holds himself in such jovial airs that one might mistake him as completely oblivious to his circumstances. This is not the case, however; hiding behind the guise of his smile is a keen intellect, and a deep-seated fascination with other people. He will always, without fail, try and get others to share their stories with him, and he thoroughly enjoys the company of fellow travellers.

==Combat==
===General===
Averill's years on the road have blessed him with a rough proficiency in hunting. Though he has only recently accepted formal training, his talent with a bow is undeniable.

On the battlefield, he relies on agility and accuracy, stopping his constant movement only to confirm a kill. He prefers to hunt monsters as opposed to people, however, and his reluctance to commit murder is clear in his non-lethal approach to personal conflict.

==Tendencies==
===Likes===
::* Wandering the open road.
::* Fresh bread.
::* The Ul'Dahn marketplace.
::* Cactuar skin.
::* Alcohol - mainly with company.

===Dislikes===
::* Loss.
::* Restrictions or obligations.
::* Open water, or an inability to see land.
::* Aided transport, such as airships, boats, and chocobos.

===Hobbies/Talents===
::* Hunting
::* Storytelling

===Other===
::* Though by no means a fervent spiritualist, Averill holds Oschon quite fondly as his patron. Amongst the Twelve, it is the Wanderer he does his best to please with deed and thought.
::* His love of the open road is not entirely metaphorical. He loves walking both out of a passion for travel, and a minor fear of boats or other modes of transport.
::* Averill is [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alignment_(Dungeons_%26_Dragons)#Chaotic_Neutral Chaotic Neutral].

==Relationships==
===Family===
::* ''Dawson Tomus'' - Averill's father. A disgraced Lominsan Arcanist, Averill's estrangement from the Tomus left Dawson a husk of a man. To this day, seven years after Averill ran away from home, Dawson uses whatever connections he has left to locate his child.

===Friends===
'''Ul'Dahn Relationships'''
::* ''[[Ardente Anima]]'' - A highlander Averill encountered at the Quicksand. Though they met only briefly, Averill holds a fond opinion of the man. Their friendship was tested by Ardente's arriving late to a commotion with Ayda in the Quicksand, a commotion that saw Averill's honour as a decent person sorely tested.
::* ''[[Ayda Elu'this]]'' - A singularly curious set of circumstances led Averill to his encounter with the Soaring Miqo'te. She barrelled into the Quicksand, tripped over the bar, fell into his lap and broke her nose in the process. Her memory loss and homelessness sends pangs of empathy down his spine.
::* ''[[Z'sonjha Mahji]]'' - A miqo'te who Averill met through Ardente at the Quicksand. They shared tale of travels and Cactuars over more than a few pints of ale, at which point he was forced to retire for fear of his waning ability to stand up.
::* ''[[Odet Polaali]]'' - A racist Roegadyn Averill met whilst nursing a hangover. Despite his initial misgivings about her attitude towards the Lalafell, he admires her dedication to bringing the best shows to Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre.
::* ''[[Ennara Calian]]'' - Averill suspects there's a bit more to Ennara's story than she told him at the Quicksand, but nonetheless respects her aim to aid the Doman refugees.

'''Gridanian Relationships'''
::* ''[[Vivenne Beaumont]]'' - Averill remains wary of this woman, after learning that his father, Dawson, employed Vivenne to contact him.
::* ''[[Rivienne Delacroux]]'' - This Wildwood Elezen nearly killed a bewildered Averill when they first met, mistaking him for an unwelcome poacher on Gridanian soil. Once that confusion cleared, Averill found himself playing host to a mysterious agent of the Adders, one who left him - unusually - with more questions than answers.
::* ''[[Umi Kanzato]]'' - From what he can remember, Averill counts a fond day dodging storms and gathering herbs with the healer, her initial distrust aside.

===Enemies===
Whilst too relaxed to bear any particular grudges, Averill often recounts the tale of his scar - an unfortunate encounter with an Ul'Dahn thug by the name of Lykala left him with a mark that proved permanent.

==Rumors==
===Common Rumors===
::* "He never sits still, that one! I reckon he's covered just about every inch of the Twelveswood, the number of times I've seen him walking."
::* "Averill? Oh, the chatty one! He'll say hello to just about anyone if there's a story involved."

===Moderate Rumors===
::* "Take this with however much salt you want to, but he says he's walked from Ul'dah to Gridania, and back again. By the elementals, he's a curious sort."
::* "Mother Miounne practically forced a room at the Roost down his throat after he joined the guild. Something about 'keeping him from floating off'."
::* "He's awfully fond of that one table in the middle of the Carline Canopy. I wonder what for?"

===Rare Rumors===
::* "There's a Lominsan asking about a man who looks the spitting image of Averill. I wonder what he wants with him?"

===PC Rumors===
::* "He's a curious storyteller that isn't sated by my vague answers." - ''Rivienne Delacroux''

::* "Pretty sure he thinks that if he talks and pesters enough, I'll pay him to go away. He'd be wrong, but it's still a tempting prospect.' - [[Crooked Tarot]]

==History/Timeline==
===Before the Road===
The son of a Lominsan scholar, Averill Tomus lived in the shelter of the Arcanist's guild. Well-educated and well-fed, he drifted through his formative years with nary a want or care. His circumstances were such, that he could not fathom why he sat alone in the class, or why those who had fought harder to reach their position looked upon him with such disdain.

Disapproval did not limit itself to his peers, however. His father continually pushed Averill to take up the grimoire and join him as an Arcanist, but by the time he was old enough to properly study, apathy had seized his spirit. He spent his days in his room, watching sailors and citizens alike go about their lives. At the cusp of adulthood, despondency turned to juvenile rage; first ravaging his insides - for surely there must be something wrong with his character for Lominsans to ignore him - and then to his father. He raised him wrong. He was too soft on Averill. It took just one sour confrontation for Averill to decide that enough was enough; he fled to the fields of La Noscea, deaf to his father's cries.

By nightfall, Averill found himself lost, cold, and hungry. Far from Limsa Lominsa, with no experience of survival in the wilderness, he resigned himself to a troubled night's sleep. He would return in the morning - if he survived that long - cowed by his anger. He would surrender to his father's wishes and join the Arcanists. He would accept the solitude.
As he felt sleep threaten to drag him to the grass, a gruff voice snapped him back into the waking world. A Roegadyn adventurer, travelling the roads, had seen the ailing teen at the roadside and approached. "Are you well, lad?" he asked.
The boy nearly broke, there and then. A stranger had approached him. Tears stung his eyes, only to be shouted away by his saviour. Seeing his condition, the Roegadyn offered a deal - Averill would tell him his story, and in return he would help him survive the night.

They spoke for what seemed like many moons under the starry canopy. Averill began with his father, and the expectations he'd laboured under. The Roegadyn was far from a gracious host - he challenged the boy's words, chided his selfish opinions. When asked for his name, he answered Averill with a jumble of syllables he could barely comprehend. "Jes' call me Rooks," said he, "Everyone else does."
Rooks made good on his exchange. He handed Averill a bow - a simple, study thing of maple - and taught him the bare bones of hunting. How to scout, how to kill and prepare a meal. He had never appreciated more the feeling of a full belly and a warm fire, however clumsy his attempts had been.

By the dawn, Rooks had talked Averill away from Limsa Lominsa. The adventurer instilled in him a life on the road, surviving off the land. Thanking his saviour, they parted ways.

Averill took to the road, abandoning Limsa Lominsa, and the desperate father he'd fled from. He took his saviour's nickname, and did not look back.

===The Calamity===
Two years passed. Through happenstance and some swift talking, Averill found himself in Thanalan.
((Pending))

===Arriving at Gridania===
Years on the road led Averill here, to the Black Shroud. The moment he stepped into the beautiful woodland, his heart felt at ease. He was sure that his time living under Oschon's values had brought him here, as a form of reward. This moment inspired in him a desire to walk every ilm of this verdant haven - and as a consequence, approach Mother Miounne for the opportunity to join the ranks of the Adventurer's Guild.

His settled life did not last too long, however, and soon Averill found himself wandering further and further afield, to the Thanalan wastes he had journeyed before. One night after returning to the Shroud, he settled just off the Gridanian gates, attempting to regain some of his experience as a vagrant. It did not end well; whilst out hunting for food he was accosted by one [[Rivienne Delacroux]], a proud member of the Adders. She accosted him, threatening his life - it was only a swift mention of Miounne and his status as an adventurer that spared him an arrow between the eyes. They met again at the Canopy a few bells later, and shared company and drinks. Averill told her of his nature, but when the questions turned to her she left him with far from satisfactory answers. A quick exit cemented his curiosity in the woman.

===The Canopy's Shadow===
Averill's past would not stay there - he realised as much from the day he reached Thanalan. His father was a man of some import, and would no doubt turn his resources towards locating his estranged son. The Calamity came and went, however, and still no shadows from his past leapt out of the dark. Barely escaping with his life, he afforded a measure of complacency as he rebuilt his life.

Five years passed, and still no word from Limsa Lominsa. By this point, Averill had accepted that Dawson Tomus cared little for estranged family. He relaxed his guard further still, settling more into the life of both vagrant and adventurer. Less nights at the Roost were spent turning in his sheets, dreaming of the Lominsan storm that was his father.

One night at the Carline Canopy a Conjuring student, Carvell, joined Averill for a drink. They spoke extensively of matters, when the former mentioned his homeland as Limsa Lominsa. Averill's guard, rusty from years of inaction, raised too late - the man had been employed by Dawson to contact his son. The reason, however, remained a mystery; Carvell assured the vagrant that he had no intentions of alerting Dawson to Averill's presence in Gridania.

Regardless, the encounter left Averill shaken, and thoughts of home were roused from seven years of slumber.

===Herbal Tea===
A figure caught Averill's attention on his wanderings in the shroud. Buried in the brush with purpose and focus, he watched from afar until they noticed. She noticed very quickly, revealing herself to be a Miqo'te, and demanded answers. After a quick introduction, he learned both her name and her purpose - Umi, denying him a last name "for they would not meet again", a healer out gathering specific herbs for her patients. With some small measure of reluctance, she allowed him to aid her search, leading them into conversation and a deep cave not far from the Matron's Lethe.

The weather joined their conversation - heavy rain that soaked them through and sent them running back to the Lethe. They talked of many things - of lifestyles, of tea - though at the mention of her father Umi's response became one Averill had all but wrote the book about. As the night dragged on, he felt a fever clouding his senses. With her aid and knowledge, a balm and cure quickly sat in his hands - though the potency of the drug promptly sent him into a deep sleep.

When he awoke, he did so alone. His bleary mind remembered one thing - a disjointed, jumbled memory from the moments before he passed out.

Kanzato. Umi Kanzato.

===The Soaring Miqo'te===
A few moons after his formal induction as a Gridanian Adventurer, Averill found himself drawn back to Ul'Dah. A quiet life among the boughs of the Shroud had brought him much, but a desire for colourful stories and curious experiences set his feet to itching. After clearing a short leave with the Guild, he sets off for Thanalan with instructions to contact Momodi of the Quicksand to further his work.

It is a journey he has taken many times, and the familiar Thanalan dusts bring a nostalgic smile to the Midlander. He hunts as he goes, eagerness shortening the trip to a mere hand of suns. Upon his arrival, Momodi provides room and work, alleviating his need for gil whilst he stays. He settled for a meal, set to roam Thanalan the following morning.

The moment he sat down, however, the single most curious encounter he'd had in his time on the road took place. A young female Miqo'te, Ayda Elu'this, barrelled into the Quicksand. She toppled over the railing, slamming into Averill's lap and table. Breaking her nose in the collision, a startled Averill is left to tend to her wounds. Their first meeting proved a short-lived one, for the boggling Miqo'te ran off after Averill guided her to a doctor for her nose.

Shortly after the fact - the following day, in fact, Ayda and Averill crossed paths again. Burdened with a bandage, Averill was relieved to see the excitable Miqo'te in good health and better spirits. With a mind to pick up where the left off - minus the acrobatics - he offered Ayda a drink. Her confusion at the prospect kindled some suspicion; a feeling he confirmed when she downed a glass of wine with naught but an innocent gleam in her eye. He found her impossible to gauge, and his concern only grew when it became evident that she suffered severe memory loss. Barely able to remember the circumstances of their meeting, let alone any significant personal details besides her name and homeland of Limsa Lominsa, Averill's stomach twisted with empathy. She had neither a home to settle at, nor clothes or money to feed herself with.

Resolving to do the latter, and perhaps learn something more about her, he suggested they go hunting in Thanalan to find a meal for the night.

==Image Gallery==

[[File:Averill Sketch 01.png|left|thumb|Character art of Averill, by [http://broyam.deviantart.com Broyam]]]

[[category:Player Character]]

Cenric Amaril

2014-08-10T23:16:31Z

Raz: /* Combat */

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| name = Cenric "Raz" Amaril
| image = Cenric-backup.jpg
| imagewidth = 250
| gender = Male
| race = Hyur
| clan = Midlander
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsa
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 18
| stat_2 = Marital Status
| stat_2_value = Single
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Street runner, Mercenary, ''Honest'' businessperson!
| stat_4 = Height/Weight
| stat_4_value = 5'6" / 145-ish lbs
| stat_5 = Orientation
| stat_5_value = Fluid
| stat_6 = Namesday
| stat_6_value = 11th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon
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<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''M'salutations! Might'n I interest ye in one o'me many services?."'' </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

'''Cenric Amaril''' (pronounced '''ah-mah-ree'''. The L is silent) is a young Hyur hailing from Limsa Lominsa. Cenric is a spinner of tales and collector of secrets (see: gossip.) Because of spending his life on the streets, he's cunning and decisive, often leading people to believe whatever the situation calls for so that he might always have the upper hand. However, he doesn't always know his own mind, making him unpredictable. Despite seeming selfish and greedy at times, Cenric does genuinely care for other people, even if he does show it in an odd manner.

The man has a strange fixation with hats of all kind.
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===
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<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3>
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #5F9AB8;font-size:14px;color:#000000;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> ..Hats
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Jewelry
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Ale!
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Music
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> The smell of the sea
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Sleeping under the weather
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Steaks
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Rain and storms
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Merrymaking
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Travelling
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Freedom
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Probably the sound of his own voice
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Handsome men!
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Training
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Dancing (Usually while drunk. Please restrain him for his own safety)

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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #B03333;font-size:14px;color:#;000000"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Yarzon
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Miteling
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Self-righteousness
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Arrogance
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Politics
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Gridania
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> (Secretly) being alone
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #B35425;font-size:14px;color:#000000;"><center>''OTHER''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/chaoticgood.html Chaotic Good]
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Vice(s): Smokes. Occasionally uses recreational drugs. Drinks. Sex.
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Food: Steak
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Drink(s): Ale. Orange juice.
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Color(s): Deep purples, reds and blacks.

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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance & Personality</div>===
<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''I ain't ''that'' short.''" </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

[[File:Cenric_grq.jpg|300px|thumb|left|''Cenric, thinking of a new get-rich-quick scheme''.]]

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance</div>====

: Cenric stands slightly shorter than the average Midlander, with a slim frame and rough, lightly tanned skin. Perhaps his most striking feature are his eyes: one a dark shade of brown, the other a dark shade of purple. He makes an effort to keep clean and has surprisingly white teeth, and always wears a faint fragrance of lavender. His long hair is usually tied up and covered with some kind of headwear, and jewelry commonly adorns his person. He's possessed of light, scruffy body and facial hair, though he's anything but rugged. His face usually gives his young age away; something which he hates.

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Personality</div>====

: Cenric is very social and flamboyant, though not overbearingly so. He's happiest when his pockets are full of coin and he's drinking in good company, and will talk for bells about anything from nonsense to more serious topics (but not politics). He also has a tendancy to ramble, which some can find grating.

: He's a flirt. A shameless flirt. He's also likely to get a little engrossed if he spies bare abs or pecs.

: His demeanor is casual and laid back, making him easily approachable. Because of his worry-free attitude, people often make the assumption that he simply doesn't ''care''. Despite his easy going demeanor, he's reluctant to talk about personal topics, and any who are wont to pry will discover that he's very skilled at deflecting such questions.

: Cenric often (but not always) carries himself with a gaudy gait, his every movement a flourish. Most people think he's either eccentric or being cheap and showy. Both are probably correct.

: He's been known to portray many different types of people in his 'employment' under Abiga, from well-spoken merchants to helpless farm-boys. Due to these years of indoctrination and conditioning, he sometimes has difficulty recognizing the core of his personality.

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #B35425;font-size:14px;color:#000000;"><center>'' '''QUIRKS''' ''</center></div>
<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''Might'n I trouble ye fer directions to the nearest hat shop? M'thanks!''" </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Absolutely loves hats
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Frequently dyes his hair
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Hoards things
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Finds even the most awful jokes funny

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">History</div>====
<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''If this is about that time in th'brothel I've already told ye, I was there on business! N-not ''that'' kind o'business, ye blimmin' dolt!" </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

: Cenric was born in the gutters on Limsa Lominsa, raised on the streets like so many other orphans. He has no memory of any family -- as far as he's concerned, they either died or simply left him. Most likely they were pirates -- more interested in raiding the seas than raising a child. Either way, he doesn't dwell on it much, accepting the fact as something he can't change.
Since he was a very young child he spent a lot of his time by the docks, begging for a few gil or doing odd jobs where he could. These odd jobs usually came from the various pirates and sea folk who flocked to Limsa, looking for someone to run their illicit goods in their stead. Eventually, he became familiar to the pirates who were based in his city. One such crew made a habit of offering him a safe floor to sleep on and some bread to eat, in return for scrubbing the decks of their ship, The Scoundrel's Lass, and whatever else they needed doing.

: One of the pirates, a Keeper by the name of Khuma'z Amaril, acted as a sort of surrogate mother to him. It was from her that Cenric took his surname. While he was close to all of her crew, they had a closer relationship.

: It was on the Scoundrel's Lass that he later met Carina, a kindly Arcanist who sought passage aboard the ship. She took a liking to him and, perhaps out of pity, offered to teach him how to read and write. This sparked an interest in him, and upon her return to Limsa Lominsa, continued to study his reading and writing skills.

For reasons he won't divulge he left Limsa just shy of his 17th year - without any real direction - and found himself in Thanalan, where he stayed in a smaller refugee camp. He'd do any jobs that needed doing, even though the pay was awful. Despite spending a year in the desert, he's never actually been to Ul'dah, and knows very little about the inner workings of the city.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Combat</div>===
<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''Er..''" </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

: Despite his martial inexperience, Cenric is quite talented with polearms. When he was younger he was taught some axe techniques; techniques which he is learning to apply with his weapon of choice.

: Though he isn't aware, his latent ability to manipulate aether is fairly strong.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Relations And Rumors </div>===
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RUMORS''</center></div></span></h3>
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I heard the uncouth troublemaker steals from hard-working merchants. Pinches things from right under their noses, so I'm told. I'd watch your purse around that one." --''Snobbish gossip''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Where can ya find Raz? Hah! Swimmin' in the Wench's swill, most like. Lad can put his cups away, I'll give 'im that." -- ''Tavern regular''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "That one is an awful flirt, I'll tell ya. Spittin' words 'o honey at any 'n all handsome sailor or passerby. Can't deny that the rascal's grown handsome, though." -- ''Tavern wench''
<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font>"He often buys trashy erotic novellas from me. Usually ones with pictures. Why, I've started setting some aside for him! Don't tell him I told you - he's like to blush something fierce, poor lad." -- ''Independent merchant''
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, I remember Raz. Scab, they use'ta call 'im, when he was a small lad. Always had scuffed 'n bloody knees." -- ''Peddler''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Didn't he get his scar from Abiga? Y'know, the pirate lass who's as ruthless as the seventh bloody 'ell? Heard he bedded her fella. Hah! Bloody fool. Still, 'e got off lightly. Her fella, on the other 'and..." -- ''Dockworker''
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "He's nice enough, I suppose. Can't help but feelin' it's just a show, though. Somethin' in his eyes." -- ''Barkeep''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Your characters')</div></b>
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "He's good. Oh aye, he's good. ...But he ain't as good as me." - [[Zhavi Streetrunner]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "At least Kink is paranoid. Raz is... a little too cunning for his own good." - [[Osric Melkire]]
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RELATIONS''</center></div></span></h3>
<center> <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love    <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing    <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing    <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br>

: <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> [[Zhavi Streetrunner]] - "''Lass is a bloody nightmare. Fun t'get good n' drunk with, when we ain't paranoid of stabbin' each other.''"
Employer. Raz and Zhavi were rival runners for a time, later resulting in a volatile relationship when they ran a job together for their respective employers. They hate each other. They kind of like each other. They love competing against each other. Time will tell how their relationship will end, but Raz is sure as hell coming out on top.

: <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> [[Osric Melkire]] - "''Don't rightly know what t'make o' the man just yet. Could be a good person t'have on me side. We'll see.''"
Osric was the middleman in employing Cenric's services, but neither fully understands the others' true motive. With Cenric being owed a favour, their relationship could tip either way.

<font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Abiga - "''Er.. Why's it yer askin' me, friend? M'just an aspirin' businessman, I am..''"

An old employer and an utterly ruthless smuggler. To say they parted on bad terms would be an enormous understatement. She made sure Raz had no chance surviving the underbelly of Limsa, and is part of the reason he left his home city.

<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Khuma'z Amaril - "''Ain't seen her since she 'n the crew were 'scripted to fight the Empire. Miss her sometimes, I do.''"

Khuma'z Amaril was a middle-aged pirate who liked swinging an axe almost as big as her, and was something of a mother to Raz. She hasn't been seen since the Calamity and is assumed dead.

<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Skit - "''Fancy talkin' arse. Skit's a good one, and I won't hear nothin' what says otherwise.''"

Long time friends. On-and-off lovers. The Seeker and Cenric are business acquaintances, but they usually spend their time together arguing or drinking.

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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery</div>===
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===

: Page Template Credit: '''Bancroft Gairn'''!

Cenric Amaril

2014-08-10T23:14:03Z

Raz: /* Biography */

{{Infobox-character
| name = Cenric "Raz" Amaril
| image = Cenric-backup.jpg
| imagewidth = 250
| gender = Male
| race = Hyur
| clan = Midlander
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsa
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 18
| stat_2 = Marital Status
| stat_2_value = Single
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Street runner, Mercenary, ''Honest'' businessperson!
| stat_4 = Height/Weight
| stat_4_value = 5'6" / 145-ish lbs
| stat_5 = Orientation
| stat_5_value = Fluid
| stat_6 = Namesday
| stat_6_value = 11th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon
}}

<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''M'salutations! Might'n I interest ye in one o'me many services?."'' </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

'''Cenric Amaril''' (pronounced '''ah-mah-ree'''. The L is silent) is a young Hyur hailing from Limsa Lominsa. Cenric is a spinner of tales and collector of secrets (see: gossip.) Because of spending his life on the streets, he's cunning and decisive, often leading people to believe whatever the situation calls for so that he might always have the upper hand. However, he doesn't always know his own mind, making him unpredictable. Despite seeming selfish and greedy at times, Cenric does genuinely care for other people, even if he does show it in an odd manner.

The man has a strange fixation with hats of all kind.
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #5F9AB8;font-size:14px;color:#000000;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> ..Hats
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Jewelry
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Ale!
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Music
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> The smell of the sea
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Sleeping under the weather
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Steaks
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Rain and storms
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Merrymaking
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Travelling
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Freedom
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Probably the sound of his own voice
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Handsome men!
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Training
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Dancing (Usually while drunk. Please restrain him for his own safety)

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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #B03333;font-size:14px;color:#;000000"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Yarzon
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Miteling
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Self-righteousness
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Arrogance
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Politics
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Gridania
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> (Secretly) being alone
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: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/chaoticgood.html Chaotic Good]
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Vice(s): Smokes. Occasionally uses recreational drugs. Drinks. Sex.
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Food: Steak
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Drink(s): Ale. Orange juice.
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Color(s): Deep purples, reds and blacks.

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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance & Personality</div>===
<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''I ain't ''that'' short.''" </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

[[File:Cenric_grq.jpg|300px|thumb|left|''Cenric, thinking of a new get-rich-quick scheme''.]]

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance</div>====

: Cenric stands slightly shorter than the average Midlander, with a slim frame and rough, lightly tanned skin. Perhaps his most striking feature are his eyes: one a dark shade of brown, the other a dark shade of purple. He makes an effort to keep clean and has surprisingly white teeth, and always wears a faint fragrance of lavender. His long hair is usually tied up and covered with some kind of headwear, and jewelry commonly adorns his person. He's possessed of light, scruffy body and facial hair, though he's anything but rugged. His face usually gives his young age away; something which he hates.

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Personality</div>====

: Cenric is very social and flamboyant, though not overbearingly so. He's happiest when his pockets are full of coin and he's drinking in good company, and will talk for bells about anything from nonsense to more serious topics (but not politics). He also has a tendancy to ramble, which some can find grating.

: He's a flirt. A shameless flirt. He's also likely to get a little engrossed if he spies bare abs or pecs.

: His demeanor is casual and laid back, making him easily approachable. Because of his worry-free attitude, people often make the assumption that he simply doesn't ''care''. Despite his easy going demeanor, he's reluctant to talk about personal topics, and any who are wont to pry will discover that he's very skilled at deflecting such questions.

: Cenric often (but not always) carries himself with a gaudy gait, his every movement a flourish. Most people think he's either eccentric or being cheap and showy. Both are probably correct.

: He's been known to portray many different types of people in his 'employment' under Abiga, from well-spoken merchants to helpless farm-boys. Due to these years of indoctrination and conditioning, he sometimes has difficulty recognizing the core of his personality.

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #B35425;font-size:14px;color:#000000;"><center>'' '''QUIRKS''' ''</center></div>
<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''Might'n I trouble ye fer directions to the nearest hat shop? M'thanks!''" </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Absolutely loves hats
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Frequently dyes his hair
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Hoards things
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Finds even the most awful jokes funny

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">History</div>====
<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''If this is about that time in th'brothel I've already told ye, I was there on business! N-not ''that'' kind o'business, ye blimmin' dolt!" </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

: Cenric was born in the gutters on Limsa Lominsa, raised on the streets like so many other orphans. He has no memory of any family -- as far as he's concerned, they either died or simply left him. Most likely they were pirates -- more interested in raiding the seas than raising a child. Either way, he doesn't dwell on it much, accepting the fact as something he can't change.
Since he was a very young child he spent a lot of his time by the docks, begging for a few gil or doing odd jobs where he could. These odd jobs usually came from the various pirates and sea folk who flocked to Limsa, looking for someone to run their illicit goods in their stead. Eventually, he became familiar to the pirates who were based in his city. One such crew made a habit of offering him a safe floor to sleep on and some bread to eat, in return for scrubbing the decks of their ship, The Scoundrel's Lass, and whatever else they needed doing.

: One of the pirates, a Keeper by the name of Khuma'z Amaril, acted as a sort of surrogate mother to him. It was from her that Cenric took his surname. While he was close to all of her crew, they had a closer relationship.

: It was on the Scoundrel's Lass that he later met Carina, a kindly Arcanist who sought passage aboard the ship. She took a liking to him and, perhaps out of pity, offered to teach him how to read and write. This sparked an interest in him, and upon her return to Limsa Lominsa, continued to study his reading and writing skills.

For reasons he won't divulge he left Limsa just shy of his 17th year - without any real direction - and found himself in Thanalan, where he stayed in a smaller refugee camp. He'd do any jobs that needed doing, even though the pay was awful. Despite spending a year in the desert, he's never actually been to Ul'dah, and knows very little about the inner workings of the city.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Combat</div>===
<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''Er..''" </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

: Despite his martial inexperience, Cenric is quite talented with polearms. When he was younger he was taught some axe techniques; techniques which he is learning to apply with his weapon of choice. He prefers halberds.

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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I heard the uncouth troublemaker steals from hard-working merchants. Pinches things from right under their noses, so I'm told. I'd watch your purse around that one." --''Snobbish gossip''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Where can ya find Raz? Hah! Swimmin' in the Wench's swill, most like. Lad can put his cups away, I'll give 'im that." -- ''Tavern regular''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "That one is an awful flirt, I'll tell ya. Spittin' words 'o honey at any 'n all handsome sailor or passerby. Can't deny that the rascal's grown handsome, though." -- ''Tavern wench''
<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font>"He often buys trashy erotic novellas from me. Usually ones with pictures. Why, I've started setting some aside for him! Don't tell him I told you - he's like to blush something fierce, poor lad." -- ''Independent merchant''
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, I remember Raz. Scab, they use'ta call 'im, when he was a small lad. Always had scuffed 'n bloody knees." -- ''Peddler''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Didn't he get his scar from Abiga? Y'know, the pirate lass who's as ruthless as the seventh bloody 'ell? Heard he bedded her fella. Hah! Bloody fool. Still, 'e got off lightly. Her fella, on the other 'and..." -- ''Dockworker''
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "He's nice enough, I suppose. Can't help but feelin' it's just a show, though. Somethin' in his eyes." -- ''Barkeep''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Your characters')</div></b>
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "He's good. Oh aye, he's good. ...But he ain't as good as me." - [[Zhavi Streetrunner]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "At least Kink is paranoid. Raz is... a little too cunning for his own good." - [[Osric Melkire]]
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RELATIONS''</center></div></span></h3>
<center> <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love    <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing    <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing    <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br>

: <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> [[Zhavi Streetrunner]] - "''Lass is a bloody nightmare. Fun t'get good n' drunk with, when we ain't paranoid of stabbin' each other.''"
Employer. Raz and Zhavi were rival runners for a time, later resulting in a volatile relationship when they ran a job together for their respective employers. They hate each other. They kind of like each other. They love competing against each other. Time will tell how their relationship will end, but Raz is sure as hell coming out on top.

: <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> [[Osric Melkire]] - "''Don't rightly know what t'make o' the man just yet. Could be a good person t'have on me side. We'll see.''"
Osric was the middleman in employing Cenric's services, but neither fully understands the others' true motive. With Cenric being owed a favour, their relationship could tip either way.

<font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Abiga - "''Er.. Why's it yer askin' me, friend? M'just an aspirin' businessman, I am..''"

An old employer and an utterly ruthless smuggler. To say they parted on bad terms would be an enormous understatement. She made sure Raz had no chance surviving the underbelly of Limsa, and is part of the reason he left his home city.

<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Khuma'z Amaril - "''Ain't seen her since she 'n the crew were 'scripted to fight the Empire. Miss her sometimes, I do.''"

Khuma'z Amaril was a middle-aged pirate who liked swinging an axe almost as big as her, and was something of a mother to Raz. She hasn't been seen since the Calamity and is assumed dead.

<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Skit - "''Fancy talkin' arse. Skit's a good one, and I won't hear nothin' what says otherwise.''"

Long time friends. On-and-off lovers. The Seeker and Cenric are business acquaintances, but they usually spend their time together arguing or drinking.

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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery</div>===
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===

: Page Template Credit: '''Bancroft Gairn'''!

Cenric Amaril

2014-08-10T23:13:23Z

Raz:

{{Infobox-character
| name = Cenric "Raz" Amaril
| image = Cenric-backup.jpg
| imagewidth = 250
| gender = Male
| race = Hyur
| clan = Midlander
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsa
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 18
| stat_2 = Marital Status
| stat_2_value = Single
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Street runner, Mercenary, ''Honest'' businessperson!
| stat_4 = Height/Weight
| stat_4_value = 5'6" / 145-ish lbs
| stat_5 = Orientation
| stat_5_value = Fluid
| stat_6 = Namesday
| stat_6_value = 11th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon
}}

<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''M'salutations! Might'n I interest ye in one o'me many services?."'' </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

'''Cenric Amaril''' (pronounced '''ah-mah-ree'''. The L is silent) is a young Hyur hailing from Limsa Lominsa. Cenric is a spinner of tales and collector of secrets (see: gossip.) Because of spending his life on the streets, he's cunning and decisive, often leading people to believe whatever the situation calls for so that he might always have the upper hand. However, he doesn't always know his own mind, making him unpredictable. Despite seeming selfish and greedy at times, Cenric does genuinely care for other people, even if he does show it in an odd manner.

The man has a strange fixation with hats of all kind.
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #5F9AB8;font-size:14px;color:#000000;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> ..Hats
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Jewelry
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Ale!
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Music
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> The smell of the sea
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Sleeping under the weather
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Steaks
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Rain and storms
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Merrymaking
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Travelling
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Freedom
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Probably the sound of his own voice
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Handsome men!
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Training
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Dancing (Usually while drunk. Please restrain him for his own safety)

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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #B03333;font-size:14px;color:#;000000"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Yarzon
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Miteling
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Self-righteousness
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Arrogance
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Politics
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Gridania
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> (Secretly) being alone
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #B35425;font-size:14px;color:#000000;"><center>''OTHER''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/chaoticgood.html Chaotic Good]
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Vice(s): Smokes. Occasionally uses recreational drugs. Drinks. Sex.
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Food: Steak
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Drink(s): Ale. Orange juice.
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Color(s): Deep purples, reds and blacks.

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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance & Personality</div>===
<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''I ain't ''that'' short.''" </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

[[File:Cenric_grq.jpg|300px|thumb|left|''Cenric, thinking of a new get-rich-quick scheme''.]]

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance</div>====

: Cenric stands slightly shorter than the average Midlander, with a slim frame and rough, lightly tanned skin. Perhaps his most striking feature are his eyes: one a dark shade of brown, the other a dark shade of purple. He makes an effort to keep clean and has surprisingly white teeth, and always wears a faint fragrance of lavender. His long hair is usually tied up and covered with some kind of headwear, and jewelry commonly adorns his person. He's possessed of light, scruffy body and facial hair, though he's anything but rugged. His face usually gives his young age away; something which he hates.

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Personality</div>====

: Cenric is very social and flamboyant, though not overbearingly so. He's happiest when his pockets are full of coin and he's drinking in good company, and will talk for bells about anything from nonsense to more serious topics (but not politics). He also has a tendancy to ramble, which some can find grating.

: He's a flirt. A shameless flirt. He's also likely to get a little engrossed if he spies bare abs or pecs.

: His demeanor is casual and laid back, making him easily approachable. Because of his worry-free attitude, people often make the assumption that he simply doesn't ''care''. Despite his easy going demeanor, he's reluctant to talk about personal topics, and any who are wont to pry will discover that he's very skilled at deflecting such questions.

: Cenric often (but not always) carries himself with a gaudy gait, his every movement a flourish. Most people think he's either eccentric or being cheap and showy. Both are probably correct.

: He's been known to portray many different types of people in his 'employment' under Abiga, from well-spoken merchants to helpless farm-boys. Due to these years of indoctrination and conditioning, he sometimes has difficulty recognizing the core of his personality.

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<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''Might'n I trouble ye fer directions to the nearest hat shop? M'thanks!''" </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Absolutely loves hats
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Frequently dyes his hair
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Hoards things
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Finds even the most awful jokes funny

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">History</div>====
<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''If this is about that time in t'brothel I've already told ye, I was there on business! N-not ''that'' kind o'business, ye blimmin' dolt!" </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

: Cenric was born in the gutters on Limsa Lominsa, raised on the streets like so many other orphans. He has no memory of any family -- as far as he's concerned, they either died or simply left him. Most likely they were pirates -- more interested in raiding the seas than raising a child. Either way, he doesn't dwell on it much, accepting the fact as something he can't change.
Since he was a very young child he spent a lot of his time by the docks, begging for a few gil or doing odd jobs where he could. These odd jobs usually came from the various pirates and sea folk who flocked to Limsa, looking for someone to run their illicit goods in their stead. Eventually, he became familiar to the pirates who were based in his city. One such crew made a habit of offering him a safe floor to sleep on and some bread to eat, in return for scrubbing the decks of their ship, The Scoundrel's Lass, and whatever else they needed doing.

: One of the pirates, a Keeper by the name of Khuma'z Amaril, acted as a sort of surrogate mother to him. It was from her that Cenric took his surname. While he was close to all of her crew, they had a closer relationship.

: It was on the Scoundrel's Lass that he later met Carina, a kindly Arcanist who sought passage aboard the ship. She took a liking to him and, perhaps out of pity, offered to teach him how to read and write. This sparked an interest in him, and upon her return to Limsa Lominsa, continued to study his reading and writing skills.

For reasons he won't divulge he left Limsa just shy of his 17th year - without any real direction - and found himself in Thanalan, where he stayed in a smaller refugee camp. He'd do any jobs that needed doing, even though the pay was awful. Despite spending a year in the desert, he's never actually been to Ul'dah, and knows very little about the inner workings of the city.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Combat</div>===
<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''Er..''" </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

: Despite his martial inexperience, Cenric is quite talented with polearms. When he was younger he was taught some axe techniques; techniques which he is learning to apply with his weapon of choice. He prefers halberds.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Relations And Rumors </div>===
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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b>
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I heard the uncouth troublemaker steals from hard-working merchants. Pinches things from right under their noses, so I'm told. I'd watch your purse around that one." --''Snobbish gossip''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Where can ya find Raz? Hah! Swimmin' in the Wench's swill, most like. Lad can put his cups away, I'll give 'im that." -- ''Tavern regular''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "That one is an awful flirt, I'll tell ya. Spittin' words 'o honey at any 'n all handsome sailor or passerby. Can't deny that the rascal's grown handsome, though." -- ''Tavern wench''
<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font>"He often buys trashy erotic novellas from me. Usually ones with pictures. Why, I've started setting some aside for him! Don't tell him I told you - he's like to blush something fierce, poor lad." -- ''Independent merchant''
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, I remember Raz. Scab, they use'ta call 'im, when he was a small lad. Always had scuffed 'n bloody knees." -- ''Peddler''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Didn't he get his scar from Abiga? Y'know, the pirate lass who's as ruthless as the seventh bloody 'ell? Heard he bedded her fella. Hah! Bloody fool. Still, 'e got off lightly. Her fella, on the other 'and..." -- ''Dockworker''
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "He's nice enough, I suppose. Can't help but feelin' it's just a show, though. Somethin' in his eyes." -- ''Barkeep''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Your characters')</div></b>
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "He's good. Oh aye, he's good. ...But he ain't as good as me." - [[Zhavi Streetrunner]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "At least Kink is paranoid. Raz is... a little too cunning for his own good." - [[Osric Melkire]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RELATIONS''</center></div></span></h3>
<center> <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love    <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing    <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing    <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br>

: <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> [[Zhavi Streetrunner]] - "''Lass is a bloody nightmare. Fun t'get good n' drunk with, when we ain't paranoid of stabbin' each other.''"
Employer. Raz and Zhavi were rival runners for a time, later resulting in a volatile relationship when they ran a job together for their respective employers. They hate each other. They kind of like each other. They love competing against each other. Time will tell how their relationship will end, but Raz is sure as hell coming out on top.

: <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> [[Osric Melkire]] - "''Don't rightly know what t'make o' the man just yet. Could be a good person t'have on me side. We'll see.''"
Osric was the middleman in employing Cenric's services, but neither fully understands the others' true motive. With Cenric being owed a favour, their relationship could tip either way.

<font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Abiga - "''Er.. Why's it yer askin' me, friend? M'just an aspirin' businessman, I am..''"

An old employer and an utterly ruthless smuggler. To say they parted on bad terms would be an enormous understatement. She made sure Raz had no chance surviving the underbelly of Limsa, and is part of the reason he left his home city.

<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Khuma'z Amaril - "''Ain't seen her since she 'n the crew were 'scripted to fight the Empire. Miss her sometimes, I do.''"

Khuma'z Amaril was a middle-aged pirate who liked swinging an axe almost as big as her, and was something of a mother to Raz. She hasn't been seen since the Calamity and is assumed dead.

<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Skit - "''Fancy talkin' arse. Skit's a good one, and I won't hear nothin' what says otherwise.''"

Long time friends. On-and-off lovers. The Seeker and Cenric are business acquaintances, but they usually spend their time together arguing or drinking.

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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery</div>===
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===

: Page Template Credit: '''Bancroft Gairn'''!

2014-08-04T07:55:42Z

Raz:

{{Infobox-character
| name = Cenric "Raz" Amaril
| image = Cenric-backup.jpg
| imagewidth = 250
| gender = Male
| race = Hyur
| clan = Midlander
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsa
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 18
| stat_2 = Marital Status
| stat_2_value = Single
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Street runner, Terrible mercenary, Odd jobs, ''Honest'' businessperson!
| stat_4 = Height/Weight
| stat_4_value = 5'6" / 145 lbs
| stat_5 = Orientation
| stat_5_value = Homosexual
| stat_6 = Namesday
| stat_6_value = 11th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon
}}

<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''M'salutations! Might'n I interest ye in one o'me many services?."'' </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

'''Cenric Amaril''' (pronounced '''ah-mah-ree'''. The L is silent) is a young Hyur hailing from Limsa Lominsa. Cenric is a spinner of tales and collector of secrets (see: gossip.) Because of spending his life on the streets, he's cunning and decisive, often leading people to believe whatever the situation calls for so that he might always have the upper hand. However, he doesn't always know his own mind, making him unpredictable. Despite seeming selfish and greedy at times, Cenric does genuinely care for other people, even if he does show it in an odd manner.

The man has a strange fixation with hats of all kind.
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #5F9AB8;font-size:14px;color:#000000;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Jewelry
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Ale!
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Music
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> The smell of the sea
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Sleeping under the weather
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Steaks
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Rain and storms
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Merrymaking
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Travelling
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Freedom
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Probably the sound of his own voice
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Handsome men!
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Training
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Dancing (Usually while drunk. Please restrain him for his own safety)

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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #B03333;font-size:14px;color:#;000000"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Yarzon
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Miteling
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Self-righteousness
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Arrogance
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Politics
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Gridania
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> (Secretly) being alone
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: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/chaoticgood.html Chaotic Good]
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Vice(s): Smokes. Occasionally uses recreational drugs. Drinks. Sex.
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Food: Steak
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Drink(s): Ale. Orange juice.
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Color(s): Deep purples, reds and blacks.

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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance & Personality</div>===
<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''Bugger 'n shite, I stubbed me blimmin' toe!''" </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance</div>====

: Cenric stands slightly shorter than the average Midlander, with a slim frame and rough, lightly tanned skin. Perhaps his most striking feature are his eyes: one a dark shade of brown, the other a dark shade of purple. He makes an effort to keep clean and has surprisingly white teeth, and always wears a faint fragrance of lavender. His long hair is usually tied up and covered with some kind of headwear, and jewelry commonly adorns his person. He's possessed of light, scruffy body and facial hair, though he's anything but rugged.

: He almost always carries a staff around with him, though he passes it off as a simple, mundane cane.

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Personality</div>====

: Cenric is very social and flamboyant, though not overbearingly so. He's happiest when his pockets are full of coin and he's drinking in good company, and will talk for bells about anything from nonsense to more serious topics (but not politics). He also has a tendancy to ramble, which some can find grating.

: His demeanor is casual and laid back, making him easily approachable. Because of his worry-free attitude, people often make the assumption that he simply doesn't ''care''. Despite his easy going demeanor, he's reluctant to talk about personal topics, and any who are wont to pry will discover that he's very skilled at deflecting such questions.

: He's been known to portray many different types of people in his 'employment' under Abiga, from well-spoken merchants to helpless farm-boys. Due to these years of indoctrination and conditioning, he sometimes has difficulty recognizing the core of his personality.

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #B35425;font-size:14px;color:#000000;"><center>'' '''QUIRKS''' ''</center></div>

: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Absolutely loves hats
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Frequently dyes his hair
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Carries with him a staff that he passes off as a simple cane

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">History</div>====

: Cenric was born in the gutters on Limsa Lominsa, raised on the streets like so many other orphans. He has no memory of any family -- as far as he's concerned, they either died or simply left him. Most likely they were pirates -- more interested in raiding the seas than raising a child. Either way, he doesn't dwell on it much, accepting the fact as something he can't change.
Since he was a very young child he spent a lot of his time by the docks, begging for a few gil or doing odd jobs where he could. These odd jobs usually came from the various pirates and sea folk who flocked to Limsa, looking for someone to run their illicit goods in their stead. Eventually, he became familiar to the pirates who were based in his city. One such crew made a habit of offering him a safe floor to sleep on and some bread to eat, in return for scrubbing the decks of their ship, The Scoundrel's Lass, and whatever else they needed doing.

: One of the pirates, a Keeper by the name of Khuma'z Amaril, acted as a sort of surrogate mother to him. It was from her that Cenric took his surname. While he was close to all of her crew, they had a closer relationship.

: It was on the Scoundrel's Lass that he later met Carina, a kindly Arcanist who sought passage aboard the ship. She took a liking to him and, perhaps out of pity, offered to teach him how to read and write. This sparked an interest in him, and upon her return to Limsa Lominsa, continued to study his reading and writing skills.

For reasons he won't divulge he left Limsa just shy of his 17th year - without any real direction - and found himself in Thanalan, where he stayed in a smaller refugee camp. He'd do any jobs that needed doing, even though the pay was awful. Despite spending a year in the desert, he's never actually been to Ul'dah, and knows very little about the inner workings of the city.
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Combat</div>===

: Cenric, in his year away from Limsa, has been learning - with questionable results - the use of magic, something which he prefers to keep secret from those he has dealings with.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Relations And Rumors </div>===
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RUMORS''</center></div></span></h3>
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b>
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I heard the uncouth troublemaker steals from hard-working merchants. Pinches things from right under their noses, so I'm told. I'd watch your purse around that one." --''Snobbish gossip''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Where can ya find Raz? Hah! Swimmin' in the Wench's swill, most like. Lad can put his cups away, I'll give 'im that." -- ''Tavern regular''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "That one is an awful flirt, I'll tell ya. Spittin' words 'o honey at any 'n all handsome sailor or passerby. Can't deny that the rascal's grown handsome, though." -- ''Tavern wench''
<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font>"He often buys trashy erotic novellas from me. Usually ones with pictures. Why, I've started setting some aside for him! Don't tell him I told you - he's like to blush something fierce, poor lad." -- ''Independent merchant''
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, I remember Raz. Scab, they use'ta call 'im, when he was a small lad. Always had scuffed 'n bloody knees." -- ''Peddler''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Didn't he get his scar from Abiga? Y'know, the pirate lass who's as ruthless as the seventh bloody 'ell? Heard he bedded her fella. Hah! Bloody fool. Still, 'e got off lightly. Her fella, on the other 'and..." -- ''Dockworker''
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "He's nice enough, I suppose. Can't help but feelin' it's just a show, though. Somethin' in his eyes." -- ''Barkeep''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Your characters')</div></b>
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "He's good. Oh aye, he's good. ...But he ain't as good as me." - [[Zhavi Streetrunner]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "At least Kink is paranoid. Raz is... a little too cunning for his own good." - [[Osric Melkire]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RELATIONS''</center></div></span></h3>
<center> <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love    <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing    <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing    <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br>

: <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> [[Zhavi Streetrunner]] - "''Lass is a bloody nightmare. Fun t'get good n' drunk with, when we ain't paranoid of stabbin' each other.''"
Employer. Raz and Zhavi were rival runners for a time, later resulting in a volatile relationship when they ran a job together for their respective employers. They hate each other. They kind of like each other. They love competing against each other. Time will tell how their relationship will end, but Raz is sure as hell coming out on top.

: <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> [[Osric Melkire]] - "''Don't rightly know what t'make o' the man just yet. Could be a good person t'have on me side. We'll see.''"
Osric acted as the middleman in employing Cenric's services, but neither trusts the others' act. Being owed a favour, their relationship could tip either way.

<font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Abiga - "''Er.. Why's it yer askin' me, friend? M'just an aspirin' businessman, I am..''"

An old employer and an utterly ruthless smuggler. To say they parted on bad terms would be an enormous understatement. She made sure Raz had no chance surviving the underbelly of Limsa, and is part of the reason he left his home city.

<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Khuma'z Amaril - "''Ain't seen her since she 'n the crew were 'scripted to fight the Empire. Miss her sometimes, I do.''"

Khuma'z Amaril was a middle-aged pirate who liked swinging an axe almost as big as her, and was something of a mother to Raz. She hasn't been seen since the Calamity and is assumed dead.

<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Skit - "''Fancy talkin' arse. Skit's a good one, and I won't hear nothin' what says otherwise.''"

Long time friends. On-and-off lovers. The Seeker and Cenric are business acquaintances, but they usually spend their time together arguing or drinking.

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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===

: Page Template Credit: '''Bancroft Gairn'''!

Cenric Amaril

2014-08-04T07:53:43Z

Raz:

{{Infobox-character
| name = Cenric "Raz" Amaril
| image = Cenric-backup.jpg
| imagewidth = 250
| gender = Male
| race = Hyur
| clan = Midlander
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsa
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 18
| stat_2 = Marital Status
| stat_2_value = Single
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Street runner, Terrible mercenary, Odd jobs, ''Honest'' businessperson!
| stat_4 = Height/Weight
| stat_4_value = 5'6" / 145 lbs
| stat_5 = Orientation
| stat_5_value = Homosexual
| stat_6 = Namesday
| stat_6_value = 11th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon
}}

<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''M'salutations! Might'n I interest ye in one o'me many services?."'' </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

'''Cenric Amaril''' (pronounced '''ah-mah-ree'''. The L is silent) is a young Hyur hailing from Limsa Lominsa. Cenric is a spinner of tales and collector of secrets (see: gossip.) Because of spending his life on the streets, he's cunning and decisive, often leading people to believe whatever the situation calls for so that he might always have the upper hand. However, he doesn't always know his own mind, making him unpredictable. Despite seeming selfish and greedy at times, Cenric does genuinely care for other people, even if he does show it in an odd manner.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===
<table style="position:center;" width="75%">
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<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3>
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #5F9AB8;font-size:14px;color:#000000;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Jewelry
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Ale!
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Music
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> The smell of the sea
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Sleeping under the weather
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Steaks
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Rain and storms
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Merrymaking
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Travelling
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Freedom
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Probably the sound of his own voice
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Handsome men!
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Training
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Dancing (Usually while drunk. Please restrain him for his own safety)

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #B03333;font-size:14px;color:#;000000"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Yarzon
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Miteling
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Self-righteousness
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Arrogance
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Politics
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Gridania
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> (Secretly) being alone
<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #B35425;font-size:14px;color:#000000;"><center>''OTHER''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/chaoticgood.html Chaotic Good]
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Vice(s): Smokes. Occasionally uses recreational drugs. Drinks. Sex.
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Food: Steak
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Drink(s): Ale. Orange juice.
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Color(s): Deep purples, reds and blacks.

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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance & Personality</div>===
<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''Bugger 'n shite, I stubbed me blimmin' toe!''" </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance</div>====

: Cenric stands slightly shorter than the average Midlander, with a slim frame and rough, lightly tanned skin. Perhaps his most striking feature are his eyes: one a dark shade of brown, the other a dark shade of purple. He makes an effort to keep clean and has surprisingly white teeth, and always wears a faint fragrance of lavender. His long hair is usually tied up and covered with some kind of headwear, and jewelry commonly adorns his person. He's possessed of light, scruffy body and facial hair, though he's anything but rugged.

: He almost always carries a staff around with him, though he passes it off as a simple, mundane cane.

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Personality</div>====

: Cenric is very social and flamboyant, though not overbearingly so. He's happiest when his pockets are full of coin and he's drinking in good company, and will talk for bells about anything from nonsense to more serious topics (but not politics). He also has a tendancy to ramble, which some can find grating.

: His demeanor is casual and laid back, making him easily approachable. Because of his worry-free attitude, people often make the assumption that he simply doesn't ''care''. Despite his easy going demeanor, he's reluctant to talk about personal topics, and any who are wont to pry will discover that he's very skilled at deflecting such questions.

: He's been known to portray many different types of people in his 'employment' under Abiga, from well-spoken merchants to helpless farm-boys. Due to these years of indoctrination and conditioning, he sometimes has difficulty recognizing the core of his personality.

<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #B35425;font-size:14px;color:#000000;"><center>'' '''QUIRKS''' ''</center></div>

: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Absolutely loves hats
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Frequently dyes his hair
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Carries with him a staff that he passes off as a simple cane

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">History</div>====

: Cenric was born in the gutters on Limsa Lominsa, raised on the streets like so many other orphans. He has no memory of any family -- as far as he's concerned, they either died or simply left him. Most likely they were pirates -- more interested in raiding the seas than raising a child. Either way, he doesn't dwell on it much, accepting the fact as something he can't change.
Since he was a very young child he spent a lot of his time by the docks, begging for a few gil or doing odd jobs where he could. These odd jobs usually came from the various pirates and sea folk who flocked to Limsa, looking for someone to run their illicit goods in their stead. Eventually, he became familiar to the pirates who were based in his city. One such crew made a habit of offering him a safe floor to sleep on and some bread to eat, in return for scrubbing the decks of their ship, The Scoundrel's Lass, and whatever else they needed doing.

: One of the pirates, a Keeper by the name of Khuma'z Amaril, acted as a sort of surrogate mother to him. It was from her that Cenric took his surname. While he was close to all of her crew, they had a closer relationship.

: It was on the Scoundrel's Lass that he later met Carina, a kindly Arcanist who sought passage aboard the ship. She took a liking to him and, perhaps out of pity, offered to teach him how to read and write. This sparked an interest in him, and upon her return to Limsa Lominsa, continued to study his reading and writing skills.

For reasons he won't divulge he left Limsa just shy of his 17th year - without any real direction - and found himself in Thanalan, where he stayed in a smaller refugee camp. He'd do any jobs that needed doing, even though the pay was awful. Despite spending a year in the desert, he's never actually been to Ul'dah, and knows very little about the inner workings of the city.
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Combat</div>===

: Cenric, in his year away from Limsa, has been learning - with questionable results - the use of magic, something which he prefers to keep secret from those he has dealings with.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Relations And Rumors </div>===
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<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RUMORS''</center></div></span></h3>
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b>
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I heard the uncouth troublemaker steals from hard-working merchants. Pinches things from right under their noses, so I'm told. I'd watch your purse around that one." --''Snobbish gossip''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Where can ya find Raz? Hah! Swimmin' in the Wench's swill, most like. Lad can put his cups away, I'll give 'im that." -- ''Tavern regular''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "That one is an awful flirt, I'll tell ya. Spittin' words 'o honey at any 'n all handsome sailor or passerby. Can't deny that the rascal's grown handsome, though." -- ''Tavern wench''
<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font>"He often buys trashy erotic novellas from me. Usually ones with pictures. Why, I've started setting some aside for him! Don't tell him I told you - he's like to blush something fierce, poor lad." -- ''Independent merchant''
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, I remember Raz. Scab, they use'ta call 'im, when he was a small lad. Always had scuffed 'n bloody knees." -- ''Peddler''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Didn't he get his scar from Abiga? Y'know, the pirate lass who's as ruthless as the seventh bloody 'ell? Heard he bedded her fella. Hah! Bloody fool. Still, 'e got off lightly. Her fella, on the other 'and..." -- ''Dockworker''
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "He's nice enough, I suppose. Can't help but feelin' it's just a show, though. Somethin' in his eyes." -- ''Barkeep''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Your characters')</div></b>
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "He's good. Oh aye, he's good. ...But he ain't as good as me." - [[Zhavi Streetrunner]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "At least Kink is paranoid. Raz is... a little too cunning for his own good." - [[Osric Melkire]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>
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<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RELATIONS''</center></div></span></h3>
<center> <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love    <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing    <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing    <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br>

: <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> [[Zhavi Streetrunner]] - "''Lass is a bloody nightmare. Fun t'get good n' drunk with, when we ain't paranoid of stabbin' each other.''"
Employer. Raz and Zhavi were rival runners for a time, later resulting in a volatile relationship when they ran a job together for their respective employers. They hate each other. They kind of like each other. They love competing against each other. Time will tell how their relationship will end, but Raz is sure as hell coming out on top.

: <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> [[Osric Melkire]] - "''Don't rightly know what t'make o' the man just yet. Could be a good person t'have on me side. We'll see.''"
Osric acted as the middleman in employing Cenric's services, but neither trusts the others' act. Being owed a favour, their relationship could tip either way.

<font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Abiga - "''Er.. Why's it yer askin' me, friend? M'just an aspirin' businessman, I am..''"

An old employer and an utterly ruthless smuggler. To say they parted on bad terms would be an enormous understatement. She made sure Raz had no chance surviving the underbelly of Limsa, and is part of the reason he left his home city.

<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Khuma'z Amaril - "''Ain't seen her since she 'n the crew were 'scripted to fight the Empire. Miss her sometimes, I do.''"

Khuma'z Amaril was a middle-aged pirate who liked swinging an axe almost as big as her, and was something of a mother to Raz. She hasn't been seen since the Calamity and is assumed dead.

<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Skit - "''Fancy talkin' arse. Skit's a good one, and I won't hear nothin' what says otherwise.''"

Long time friends. On-and-off lovers. The Seeker and Cenric are business acquaintances, but they usually spend their time together arguing or drinking.

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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Gallery</div>===
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===<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Footnotes</div>===

: Page Template Credit: '''Bancroft Gairn'''!

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Raz:

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| name = Cenric "Raz" Amaril
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| imagewidth = 250
| gender = Male
| race = Hyur
| clan = Midlander
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsa
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 18
| stat_2 = Marital Status
| stat_2_value = Single
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Mercenary, Odd jobs
| stat_4 = Height/Weight
| stat_4_value = 5'11" / 145 lbs
| stat_5 = Orientation
| stat_5_value = Homosexual
| stat_6 = Namesday
| stat_6_value = 11th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon
}}

<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"'I'll tell ye a tale if ye tell me a secret."'' </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

'''Cenric Amaril''' (pronounced '''ah-mah-ree'''. The L is silent) is a young Hyur hailing from Limsa Lominsa. Cenric is a spinner of tales and collector of secrets (see: gossip.) He would have people believe he values personal freedom above all else and will help others to achieve it. The truth is Cenric is a scoundrel with a silver tongue and a knack for embellishment, and is ultimately only concerned about himself.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Basic Info</div>===
<table style="position:center;" width="75%">
<tr>
<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3>
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #5F9AB8;font-size:14px;color:#000000;"><center>''LIKES''</center></div></h3>
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Jewelry
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Ale!
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Music (the lute especially)
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> The smell of the sea
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Sleeping under the weather
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Steaks
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Rain and storms
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Merrymaking
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Travelling
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Freedom
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Probably the sound of his own voice
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Handsome men!
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Training
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Dancing (Usually while drunk. Please restrain him for his own safety)

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #B03333;font-size:14px;color:#;000000"><center>''DISLIKES''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Yarzon
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Miteling
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Self-righteousness
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Arrogance
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Politics
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Gridania

<td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #B35425;font-size:14px;color:#000000;"><center>''OTHER''</center></div></span></h3>

: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/chaoticgood.html Chaotic Good]
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Vice(s): Smokes. Occasionally uses recreational drugs. Drinks. Sex.
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Food: Steak
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Drink(s): Ale. Orange juice.
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Color(s): Deep purples, reds and blacks.

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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Appearance & Personality</div>===
<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''Bugger 'n shite, I stubbed me blimmin' toe!''" </small></BLOCKQUOTE>
: Cenric stands slightly taller than the average Midlander, with a slim frame and rough, lightly tanned skin. Perhaps his most striking feature are his eyes: a pale purple -- sharp and intense. He's often seen with a dirt-streaked face and muddy boots, his hair usually covered with some kind of headwear. Jewelry commonly adorns his person. He's possessed of light, scruffy body and facial hair. If, however, he has to be around the "higher class" he will shave his face and tidy up. His cheeks and nose are lightly freckled, adding to his youthful appearance.

: Cenric is very social and flamboyant, though not overbearingly so. He's happiest when his pockets are full of coin and he's drinking in good company, and will talk for bells about anything from nonsense to more serious topics (but not politics). He also has a tendancy to ramble, which some can find grating.

: His demeanor is casual and laid back, making him easily approachable. Because of his worry-free attitude, people often make the assumption that he simply doesn't ''care''.Despite his easy going demeanor, he's reluctant to talk about personal topics, and any who are wont to pry will discover that he's very skilled at deflecting such questions.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===

====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">History</div>====

: Cenric was born in the gutters on Limsa Lominsa, raised on the streets like so many other orphans. He has no memory of any family -- as far as he's concerned, they either died or simply left him. Most likely they were pirates -- more interested in raiding the seas than raising a child. Either way, he doesn't dwell on it much, accepting the fact as something he can't change.
Since he was a very young child he spent a lot of his time by the docks, begging for a few gil or doing odd jobs where he could. These odd jobs usually came from the various pirates and sea folk who flocked to Limsa, looking for someone to run their illicit goods in their stead. Eventually, he became familiar to the pirates who were based in his city. One such crew made a habit of offering him a safe floor to sleep on and some bread to eat, in return for scrubbing the decks of their ship, The Scoundrel's Lass, and whatever else they needed doing.

: One of the pirates, a Keeper by the name of Khuma'z Amaril, acted as a sort of surrogate mother to him. It was from her that Cenric took his surname. While he was close to all of her crew, they had a closer relationship.

: It was on the Scoundrel's Lass that he later met Carina, a kindly Arcanist who sought passage aboard the ship. She took a liking to him and, perhaps out of pity, offered to teach him how to read and write. This sparked an interest in him, and upon her return to Limsa Lominsa, continued to study his reading and writing skills.

For reasons he won't divulge he left Limsa just shy of his 17th year - without any real direction - and found himself in Gridania. Once there, he gravitated toward the Archers' Guild and soon signed up as a member.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Combat</div>===

: Cenric has spent his year away from Limsa training the ways of the bow. While he is a registered member of the guild, his dislike of Gridania often keeps him away unless he has business there. He keeps himself busy and as such practices away from the guild, on his own. As a result, his technique is somewhat sloppy and self-taught.

===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Relations And Rumors </div>===
<table style="position:center;" width="100%">
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<td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RUMORS''</center></div></span></h3>
''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
<div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"><b>
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I heard the uncouth troublemaker steals from hard-working merchants. Pinches things from right under their noses, so I'm told. I'd watch your purse around that one." --''Snobbish gossip''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Where can ya find Raz? Hah! Swimmin' in the Wench's swill, most like. Lad can put his cups away, I'll give 'im that." -- ''Tavern regular''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "That one is an awful flirt, I'll tell ya. Spittin' words 'o honey at any 'n all handsome sailor or passerby. Can't deny that the rascal's grown handsome, though." -- ''Tavern wench''
<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font>"He often buys trashy erotic novellas from me. Usually ones with pictures. Why, I've started setting some aside for him! Don't tell him I told you - he's like to blush something fierce, poor lad." -- ''Independent merchant''
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, I remember Raz. Scab, they use'ta call 'im, when he was a small lad. Always had scuffed 'n bloody knees." -- ''Peddler''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Didn't he get his scar from Abiga? Y'know, the pirate lass who's as ruthless as the seventh bloody 'ell? Heard he bedded her fella. Hah! Bloody fool. Still, 'e got off lightly. Her fella, on the other 'and..." -- ''Dockworker''
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "He's nice enough, I suppose. Can't help but feelin' it's just a show, though. Somethin' in his eyes." -- ''Barkeep''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Your characters')</div></b>
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "He's good. Oh aye, he's good. ...But he ain't as good as me." - [[Zhavi Streetrunner]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "At least Kink is paranoid. Raz is... a little too cunning for his own good." - [[Osric Melkire]]
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font>
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<center> <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love    <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing    <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing    <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br>

: <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> [[Zhavi Streetrunner]] - "''Lass is a bloody nightmare. Fun t'get good n' drunk with, when we ain't paranoid of stabbin' each other.''"
Employer. Raz and Zhavi were rival runners for a time, later resulting in a volatile relationship when they ran a job together for their respective employers. They hate each other. They kind of like each other. They love competing against each other. Time will tell how their relationship will end, but Raz is sure as hell coming out on top.

: <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> [[Osric Melkire]] - "''Don't rightly know what t'make o' the man just yet. Could be a good person t'have on me side. We'll see.''"
Osric acted as the middleman in employing Cenric's services, but neither trusts the others' act. Being owed a favour, their relationship could tip either way.

<font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Abiga - "''Lovely woman! Until ye meet the voidsent.''"

An old employer and an utterly ruthless smuggler. To say they parted on bad terms would be an enormous understatement. She made sure Raz had no chance surviving the underbelly of Limsa, and is part of the reason he left his home city.

<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Khuma'z Amaril - "''Ain't seen her since she 'n the crew were 'scripted to fight the Empire. Miss her sometimes, I do.''"

Khuma'z Amaril was a middle-aged pirate who liked swinging an axe almost as big as her, and was something of a mother to Raz. She hasn't been seen since the Calamity and is assumed dead.

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Raz: /* Appearance & Personality */

{{Infobox-character
| name = Cenric "Raz" Amaril
| image = Raz.jpg
| imagewidth = 250
| gender = Male
| race = Hyur
| clan = Midlander
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsa
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 18
| stat_2 = Marital Status
| stat_2_value = Single
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Mercenary, Odd jobs
| stat_4 = Height/Weight
| stat_4_value = 5'11" / 145 lbs
| stat_5 = Orientation
| stat_5_value = Homosexual
| stat_6 = Namesday
| stat_6_value = 11th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon
}}

<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"'I'll tell ye a tale if ye tell me a secret."'' </small></BLOCKQUOTE>

'''Cenric Amaril''' (pronounced '''ah-mah-ree'''. The L is silent) is a young Hyur hailing from Limsa Lominsa. Cenric is a spinner of tales and collector of secrets (see: gossip.) He would have people believe he values personal freedom above all else and will help others to achieve it. The truth is Cenric is a scoundrel with a silver tongue and a knack for embellishment, and is ultimately only concerned about himself.

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: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Jewelry
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Ale!
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Music (the lute especially)
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> The smell of the sea
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Sleeping under the weather
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Steaks
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Rain and storms
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Merrymaking
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Travelling
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Freedom
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Probably the sound of his own voice
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Handsome men!
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Training
: <font style="color:#5F9AB8;" size="3">■</font> Dancing (Usually while drunk. Please restrain him for his own safety)

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: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Yarzon
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Miteling
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Cold weather
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Self-righteousness
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Arrogance
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Politics
: <font style="color:#B03333;" size="3">■</font> Gridania

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: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/chaoticgood.html Chaotic Good]
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Vice(s): Smokes. Occasionally uses recreational drugs. Drinks. Sex.
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Food: Steak
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Drink(s): Ale. Orange juice.
: <font style="color:#B35425;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Color(s): Deep purples, reds and blacks.

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<BLOCKQUOTE><small>"''Bugger 'n shite, I stubbed me blimmin' toe!''" </small></BLOCKQUOTE>
: Cenric stands slightly taller than the average Midlander, with a slim frame and rough, lightly tanned skin. Perhaps his most striking feature are his eyes: a pale purple -- sharp and intense. He's often seen with a dirt-streaked face and muddy boots, his hair usually covered with some kind of headwear. Jewelry commonly adorns his person. He's possessed of light, scruffy body and facial hair. If, however, he has to be around the "higher class" he will shave his face and tidy up. His cheeks and nose are lightly freckled, adding to his youthful appearance.

: Cenric is very social and flamboyant, though not overbearingly so. He's happiest when his pockets are full of coin and he's drinking in good company, and will talk for bells about anything from nonsense to more serious topics (but not politics). He also has a tendancy to ramble, which some can find grating.

: His demeanor is casual and laid back, making him easily approachable. Because of his worry-free attitude, people often make the assumption that he simply doesn't ''care''.Despite his easy going demeanor, he's reluctant to talk about personal topics, and any who are wont to pry will discover that he's very skilled at deflecting such questions.

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====<div style="padding:0px 20px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">History</div>====

: Cenric was born in the gutters on Limsa Lominsa, raised on the streets like so many other orphans. He has no memory of any family -- as far as he's concerned, they either died or simply left him. Most likely they were pirates -- more interested in raiding the seas than raising a child. Either way, he doesn't dwell on it much, accepting the fact as something he can't change.
Since he was a very young child he spent a lot of his time by the docks, begging for a few gil or doing odd jobs where he could. These odd jobs usually came from the various pirates and sea folk who flocked to Limsa, looking for someone to run their illicit goods in their stead. Eventually, he became familiar to the pirates who were based in his city. One such crew made a habit of offering him a safe floor to sleep on and some bread to eat, in return for scrubbing the decks of their ship, The Scoundrel's Lass, and whatever else they needed doing.

: One of the pirates, a Keeper by the name of Khuma'z Amaril, acted as a sort of surrogate mother to him. It was from her that Cenric took his surname. While he was close to all of her crew, they had a closer relationship.

: It was on the Scoundrel's Lass that he later met Carina, a kindly Arcanist who sought passage aboard the ship. She took a liking to him and, perhaps out of pity, offered to teach him how to read and write. This sparked an interest in him, and upon her return to Limsa Lominsa, continued to study his reading and writing skills.

For reasons he won't divulge he left Limsa just shy of his 17th year - without any real direction - and found himself in Gridania. Once there, he gravitated toward the Archers' Guild and soon signed up as a member.

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: Cenric has spent his year away from Limsa training the ways of the bow. While he is a registered member of the guild, his dislike of Gridania often keeps him away unless he has business there. He keeps himself busy and as such practices away from the guild, on his own. As a result, his technique is somewhat sloppy and self-taught.

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''Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!''
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I heard the uncouth troublemaker steals from hard-working merchants. Pinches things from right under their noses, so I'm told. I'd watch your purse around that one." --''Snobbish gossip''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Where can ya find Raz? Hah! Swimmin' in the Wench's swill, most like. Lad can put his cups away, I'll give 'im that." -- ''Tavern regular''
: <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "That one is an awful flirt, I'll tell ya. Spittin' words 'o honey at any 'n all handsome sailor or passerby. Can't deny that the rascal's grown handsome, though." -- ''Tavern wench''
<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font>"He often buys trashy erotic novellas from me. Usually ones with pictures. Why, I've started setting some aside for him! Don't tell him I told you - he's like to blush something fierce, poor lad." -- ''Independent merchant''
: <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Ah, I remember Raz. Scab, they use'ta call 'im, when he was a small lad. Always had scuffed 'n bloody knees." -- ''Peddler''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "Didn't he get his scar from Abiga? Y'know, the pirate lass who's as ruthless as the seventh bloody 'ell? Heard he bedded her fella. Hah! Bloody fool. Still, 'e got off lightly. Her fella, on the other 'and..." -- ''Dockworker''
: <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "He's nice enough, I suppose. Can't help but feelin' it's just a show, though. Somethin' in his eyes.. I'd wager he's got 'is skeletons." -- ''Barkeep''

<b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Your characters')</div></b>
: <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> "He's good. Oh aye, he's good. ...But he ain't as good as me." - [[Zhavi Streetrunner]]
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<center> <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love    <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing    <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing    <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing</center><br>

: <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> [[Zhavi Streetrunner]] - "''Lass is a bloody nightmare. Fun t'get good n' drunk with, when we ain't paranoid of stabbin' each other.''" Possible future employer. Raz and Zhavi were rival runners for a time, later resulting in a volatile relationship when they ran a job together for their respective employers. They hate each other. They love competing against each other. Time will tell how their relationship will end, but Raz is sure as hell coming out on top.

<font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Abiga - "''Lovely woman! Until ye meet the voidsent.''" An old employer and an utterly ruthless smuggler. To say they parted on bad terms would be an enormous understatement. She made sure Raz had no chance surviving the underbelly of Limsa, and is part of the reason he left his home city.

<font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Khuma'z Amaril - "''Ain't seen her since she 'n the crew were 'scripted to fight the Empire. Miss her sometimes, I do.''"
Khuma'z Amaril was a middle-aged pirate who liked swinging an axe almost as big as her, and was something of a mother to Raz. She hasn't been seen since the Calamity and is assumed dead.

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