{{Infobox-character
| name = Mihro Tethra
| image = MihroAnger.png
| imagewidth =
| caption = '''"Dancing around a Behemoth’s tail while dodging swings from an Iron Giant all before breakfast? I dunno, sounds like a typical Monday to me."'''
| title = Basic Information
| gender = Male
| citizenship = Ishgard
| race = Miqo’te
| clan = Seekers of the Sun
| stat_1 = Nameday
| stat_1_value = 13th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon 25 years old
| stat_2 = Height/Weight
| stat_2_value = 5 fulms 8 ilms / 165 ponze
| stat_3 = Blood Type
| stat_3_value = A
| stat_4 = Guardian
| stat_4_value = Halone, the Fury
| stat_5 = Occupation
| stat_5_value = Inquisitor, Dragoon
| stat_6 = Alignment
| stat_6_value = Chaotic Good

}} {{Character-stub}}

== '''Summary''' ==

----
Mihro(MEE-row)Tethra is a cool headed monster hunter, formerly of Ishgard’s Military Dragoon forces, technically still of the Ishgardian Archbishop's Inquisition, and frequent ally of the rag-tag group called ‘The Lucky Bastards’. He, like his father, understands—but lives apart from—Seeker culture in an effort to take the reins of his own destiny. After the Calamity, despite the withering state of Ishgard’s defenses, Mihro left the military to join the fold with countless others to help rebuild the world and prepare it for the coming of the next Umbral era.

== '''Personality''' ==

----
Mihro lives in the moment. “There might not be a tomorrow,” he’ll say, “so you damn well better be living one hell of a today.” Whether it’s spending an evening in with close companions, hunting down the next big monster or casting a line out into the sea for the night’s finned meal he soaks it up and enjoys every minute of it. That being said, it’s hard to get him riled up about anything. His motto lends him a calm, collected demeanour that persists even in battle. You’ll never find him in a heated argument unless he’s trying to mediate it, nor will you find him easy prey if your goal is to goad someone into a brawl. He’s by no means a pacifist. But he is, by most means, rational.

That is, of course, until you bring irrational people into the picture. While Mihro often times tries to diffuse situations before they get out of hand, he has limited patience for those who act and behave based on what he believes to be outlandish ideas and theologies. It was one of the reasons he left the isolationist city-state of Ishgard. “Why barricade yourself away from the rest of the world when it’s looking pretty grim everywhere outside of your walls? When the tables turn and you’re the one that needs help, don’t expect to find many friends knocking at your door.” It’s also one of the reasons he stays out of the major free companies or law enforcement groups. The rules and regulations they expect their soldiers to follow are of little use in the field when operational freedom can be the difference between securing the safety of a township or losing it to a band of criminals.

When it comes to friendships, despite Mihro’s easy going, charismatic and mostly extroverted character, he doesn’t often latch on long enough to keep many friends. He goes where his whims take him and does what his whims want to do, leaving him little time to stay rooted in a place long enough to make any lasting bonds. To those that he does come to consider more than an acquaintance, he’s kind, patient, never judgmental and always supportive.

== '''Standard equipment''' ==

----

* His lance, Hyperion.
* A pair of spectacles
* The pendant of the Inquisition, which he typically wears around his neck under his tunic.
* His brother's family pendant, also worn around his neck and beneath his tunic.
* A collapsible fishing rod.
* Occasionally a rapier
* Triple Triad deck.

== '''Likes, Dislikes, etc.''' ==

----

{| class="cke_show_border" style="width: 507px" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"
|-
|
'''Loves'''

*Fishing
*A good fantasy book
*Sleeping in hammocks
*Swimming
*Slaying Dragons
*Triple Triad

|
'''Hates'''

*Dragons
*The Garlean Empire
*Betrayal
*Heat
*Being uncertain
*Milk
*Elements of Seeker culture

|-
| 
| 
|-
|
'''Quirks'''

*Grabs things with his tail
*Sleeps when he feels like it—regardless of the time of day
*OCD about the sharpness/dullness of weapons
*Walks around with no shoes
|
'''Fears'''

*Being in some way unable to help those he cares about
*The consequences of tough choices
*Losing a limb
*Bad news

|}

== '''Skills & Abilities''' ==

----

{| style="width: 688px" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"
|-
|
'''Combat Skills'''

*Lancer
*Dabbles in both black and white magic
*Blue magic
*Hand-to-hand

| 
|
'''Abilities'''

*Incredibly fast reflexes
*Skilled tracker
*Strong hand and tail grip

|
'''Weaknesses'''

*Doesn't function efficiently in high heat.
*Impaired vision, requiring use of spectacles for every day seeing and an additional set of lenses for reading.
|-
| 
| 
| 
| 
|-
|
'''Crafting Skills'''

*Fishing
*Weaponsmithing
*Botany
*Leatherworking

| 
|
'''Misc Skills'''

*Experienced free runner
*Usually able to calm most heated situations down
*Intimately aware of his surroundings at all times

| 
|}

== '''Background''' ==

----
In Seeker culture, the clan Nunh is the best of their very best. It is their duty to sire the next generation of their tribe through mating with anywhere up to 50 women. It is an honourable thing to be a Nunh—their role paramount to the survival, growth and progression of their people. Perhaps it was that duty that first inspired Mihro’s father, P’hon, to challenge their tribe’s former Nunh for a chance to be that pillar of strength. Perhaps it was those ideals that he kept in his heart while he carried out his duties for the first few years of his ‘reign’. But then, like most first meetings that bloom into true love, chance and a little bit of bad weather forced his Tribe to take refuge near a river side village not far down the slopes that lead up to Ishgard. It was there, on the eve of their first night away from the torrential winds and rains, he met Mori—a beautiful Seeker whom had left behind the tribal life in exchange for one among the city goers. It was soon obvious to both parties that they had found their other half…and from that moment on, little else mattered to P’hon outside of his love for her. Though he understood the importance a Nunh played in his tribe…he couldn’t bring himself to continue the rites of the tradition while his heart belonged to someone…and it was with that in might that he began to plan his escape.

As the rains cleared and the path back to their lands became much less treacherous, P’hon appealed to his closest friend—who was fit to be a Nunh himself—and begged him to challenge him for the position. The bout lasted nearly an hour for good show before P’hon threw the fight and surrendered his title. Shortly afterwards he left his tribe and returned to the riverside village where he united with Mori.
Five years after the two wed, Mihro was born, first of three and the only one of their children to know life outside of the walls of Ishgard. Not long after Mihro’s birth did the onset of crop-killing cold and an increase in the sentient dragons that patrolled the area force many of the village’s occupants to find a new home. The Tethra family headed further into the cold, beyond the Gate of Judgment to the city state of Ishgard where Phon joined the Dragoon forces and Mori tended to their growing family at home.

Mihro never truly knew what it meant to be a Tia or a Nunh. Not really. His parents did their best to teach him and his siblings the history and culture of their people though their home was far from practicing anything like their tribal origins. Instead Mihro grew up much like any other young man did in the cities. When he was old enough he received an education—when he was strong enough he was trained to fight—when he was skilled enough he joined the Inquisition--when he was bold enough he joined the military (along with his twin brother and best friend, Calo)—and when he was smart enough he decided his own way. What happened between those days when he was a cub with a stubby tail and a taste for chewing on the corners of the rug in front of the fireplace and his monster hunting days after the Calamity…whether he’s not open about it or there’s just simply nothing much to tell is hard to say.

== ''Relationships'' ==

----

{| style="width: 1553px" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"
|-
|
'''Friends'''

*[[Khy'zen Vashai]] – This miqo’te could be counted as his closest friend and partner in practically anything involving treasure hunting, monster hunting and most other things adventurous.
*[[Hachi Ten'ahn|Hachi Ten'ahn]] - WIP
*[[Grey Everheart|Grey Everheart ]]- WIP
*[[Menelwen Veara|Menelwen Veara]] - WIP
*[[Vamiri Lamiri|Vamiri Lamiri]] - WIP
*[[Nivaar Swann|Nivaar Swann]] - WIP
*[[Z'aniyah Jhamei|Z'aniyah Jhamei]] - WIP
* Centurion – Mihro’s chocobo. As a native of Ishgard, he grew up around chocobos and has been paired with ‘Cent’ since birth.

|-
|
'''Family'''

*Phon Tethra – Mihro’s father. [Alive]
*Mori Tethra - Mihro's mother. [Alive]
*Calo Tethra- Mihro’s twin-brother. [Deceased]
*Hanaa Tethra- Mihro’s sister. [Alive]

|}

== '''Soundtrack''' ==

----
WIP

[[category:Miqo'te]]

2013-08-19T03:48:15Z

Skyborn: /* Skills & Abilities */

{{Infobox-character
| name = Mihro Tethra
| image = MihroPose.png
| imagewidth =
| caption = '''"Dancing around a Behemoth’s tail while dodging swings from an Iron Giant all before breakfast? I dunno, sounds like a typical Monday to me."'''
| title = Basic Information
| gender = Male
| citizenship = Ishgard
| race = Miqo’te
| clan = Seekers of the Sun
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 24
| stat_2 = Height
| stat_2_value = 5 fulms 8 ilms
| stat_3 = Weight
| stat_3_value = 160 ponze
| stat_4 = Nameday
| stat_4_value = TBD
| stat_5 = Character Alignment
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good
| stat_6 = Occupation
| stat_6_value = AdventurerMonster HunterTreasure Hunter

}} {{Character-stub}}

== '''Summary''' ==

----
Mihro(MEE-row)Tethra is a cool headed monster hunter, formerly of Ishgard’s Military Dragoon forces and frequent ally of the rag-tag group called ‘The Lucky Bastards’. He, like his father, understands—but lives apart from—Seeker culture in an effort to take the reins of his own destiny. After the Calamity, despite the withering state of Ishgard’s defenses, Mihro left the military to join the fold with countless others to help rebuild the world and prepare it for the coming of the next Umbral era.

== '''Personality''' ==

----
Mihro lives in the moment. “There might not be a tomorrow,” he’ll say, “so you damn well better be living one hell of a today.” Whether it’s spending an evening in with close companions, hunting down the next big monster or casting a line out into the sea for the night’s finned meal he soaks it up and enjoys every minute of it. That being said, it’s hard to get him riled up about anything. His motto lends him a calm, collected demeanour that persists even in battle. You’ll never find him in a heated argument unless he’s trying to mediate it, nor will you find him easy prey if your goal is to goad someone into a brawl. He’s by no means a pacifist. But he is, by most means, rational.

That is, of course, until you bring irrational people into the picture. While Mihro often times tries to diffuse situations before they get out of hand, he has limited patience for those who act and behave based on what he believes to be outlandish ideas and theologies. It was one of the reasons he left the isolationist city-state of Ishgard. “Why barricade yourself away from the rest of the world when it’s looking pretty grim everywhere outside of your walls? When the tables turn and you’re the one that needs help, don’t expect to find many friends knocking at your door.” It’s also one of the reasons he stays out of the major free companies or law enforcement groups. The rules and regulations they expect their soldiers to follow are of little use in the field when operational freedom can be the difference between securing the safety of a township or losing it to a band of criminals.

When it comes to friendships, despite Mihro’s easy going, charismatic and mostly extroverted character, he doesn’t often latch on long enough to keep many friends. He goes where his whims take him and does what his whims want to do, leaving him little time to stay rooted in a place long enough to make any lasting bonds. To those that he does come to consider more than an acquaintance, he’s kind, patient, never judgmental and always supportive.

== '''Likes, Dislikes, etc.''' ==

----

{| class="cke_show_border" style="width: 507px" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"
|-
|
'''Loves'''

*Fishing
*A good fantasy book
*Sleeping in hammocks
*Swimming
*Monster hunting

|
'''Hates'''

*Irrational people
*Injustice
*Heat
*Being uncertain
*Milk
*Elements of Seeker culture

|-
| 
| 
|-
|
'''Quirks'''

*Grabs things with his tail
*Sleeps when he feels like it—regardless of the time of day
*OCD about the sharpness/dullness of weapons
|
'''Fears'''

*Being in some way unable to help those he cares about
*The consequences of tough choices
*Bad news

|}

== '''Skills & Abilities''' ==

----

{| style="width: 688px" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"
|-
|
'''Combat Skills'''

*Lancer
*Gladiator
*Pugilist

| 
|
'''Abilities'''

*Incredibly fast reflexes
*Skilled tracker
*Strong hand and tail grip

|
'''Weaknesses'''

*No magical ability
|-
| 
| 
| 
| 
|-
|
'''Crafting Skills'''

*Fishing
*Weaponsmithing
*Botany
*Leatherworking

| 
|
'''Misc Skills'''

*Experienced free runner
*Usually able to calm most heated situations down
*Intimately aware of his surroundings at all times

| 
|}

== '''Background''' ==

----
In Seeker culture, the clan Nunh is the best of their very best. It is their duty to sire the next generation of their tribe through mating with anywhere up to 50 women. It is an honourable thing to be a Nunh—their role paramount to the survival, growth and progression of their people. Perhaps it was that duty that first inspired Mihro’s father, P’hon, to challenge their tribe’s former Nunh for a chance to be that pillar of strength. Perhaps it was those ideals that he kept in his heart while he carried out his duties for the first few years of his ‘reign’. But then, like most first meetings that bloom into true love, chance and a little bit of bad weather forced his Tribe to take refuge near a river side village not far down the slopes that lead up to Ishgard. It was there, on the eve of their first night away from the torrential winds and rains, he met Mori—a beautiful Seeker whom had left behind the tribal life in exchange for one among the city goers. It was soon obvious to both parties that they had found their other half…and from that moment on, little else mattered to P’hon outside of his love for her. Though he understood the importance a Nunh played in his tribe…he couldn’t bring himself to continue the rites of the tradition while his heart belonged to someone…and it was with that in might that he began to plan his escape.

As the rains cleared and the path back to their lands became much less treacherous, P’hon appealed to his closest friend—who was fit to be a Nunh himself—and begged him to challenge him for the position. The bout lasted nearly an hour for good show before P’hon threw the fight and surrendered his title. Shortly afterwards he left his tribe and returned to the riverside village where he united with Mori.
Five years after the two wed, Mihro was born, first of three and the only one of their children to know life outside of the walls of Ishgard. Not long after Mihro’s birth did the onset of crop-killing cold and an increase in the sentient dragons that patrolled the area force many of the village’s occupants to find a new home. The Tethra family headed further into the cold, beyond the Gate of Judgment to the city state of Ishgard where Phon joined the Dragoon forces and Mori tended to their growing family at home.

Mihro never truly knew what it meant to be a Tia or a Nunh. Not really. His parents did their best to teach him and his siblings the history and culture of their people though their home was far from practicing anything like their tribal origins. Instead Mihro grew up much like any other young man did in the cities. When he was old enough he received an education—when he was strong enough he was trained to fight—when he was bold enough he joined the military—and when he was smart enough he decided his own way. What happened between those days when he was a cub with a stubby tail and a taste for chewing on the corners of the rug in front of the fireplace and his monster hunting days after the Calamity…whether he’s not open about it or there’s just simply nothing much to tell is hard to say.

== ''Relationships'' ==

----

{| style="width: 1553px" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"
|-
|
'''Friends'''

*[[Khy'zen Vashai]] – This miqo’te could be counted as his closest friend and partner in practically anything involving treasure hunting, monster hunting and most other things adventurous.
*[[Hachi Ten'ahn|Hachi Ten'ahn]] - WIP
*[[Grey Everheart|Grey Everheart ]]- WIP
*[[Menelwen Veara|Menelwen Veara]] - WIP
*[[Vamiri Lamiri|Vamiri Lamiri]] - WIP
*[[Nivaar Swann|Nivaar Swann]] - WIP
* Centurion – Mihro’s chocobo. As a native of Ishgard, he grew up around chocobos and has been paired with ‘Cent’ since birth.

|-
|
'''Family'''

*Phon Tethra – Mihro’s father. [Alive]
*Mori Tethra - Mihro's mother. [Alive]
*Calo Tethra- Mihro’s brother. [Deceased]
*Hanaa Tethra- Mihro’s sister. [Alive]

|}
== '''Soundtrack''' ==

----
WIP

[[category:Miqo'te]]

Mihro Tethra

2013-08-19T03:06:04Z

Skyborn: /* Skills & Abilities */

{{Infobox-character
| name = Mihro Tethra
| image = MihroPose.png
| imagewidth =
| caption = '''"Dancing around a Behemoth’s tail while dodging swings from an Iron Giant all before breakfast? I dunno, sounds like a typical Monday to me."'''
| title = Basic Information
| gender = Male
| citizenship = Ishgard
| race = Miqo’te
| clan = Seekers of the Sun
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 24
| stat_2 = Height
| stat_2_value = 5 fulms 8 ilms
| stat_3 = Weight
| stat_3_value = 160 ponze
| stat_4 = Nameday
| stat_4_value = TBD
| stat_5 = Character Alignment
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good
| stat_6 = Occupation
| stat_6_value = AdventurerMonster HunterTreasure Hunter

}} {{Character-stub}}

== '''Summary''' ==

----
Mihro(MEE-row)Tethra is a cool headed monster hunter, formerly of Ishgard’s Military Dragoon forces and frequent ally of the rag-tag group called ‘The Lucky Bastards’. He, like his father, understands—but lives apart from—Seeker culture in an effort to take the reins of his own destiny. After the Calamity, despite the withering state of Ishgard’s defenses, Mihro left the military to join the fold with countless others to help rebuild the world and prepare it for the coming of the next Umbral era.

== '''Personality''' ==

----
Mihro lives in the moment. “There might not be a tomorrow,” he’ll say, “so you damn well better be living one hell of a today.” Whether it’s spending an evening in with close companions, hunting down the next big monster or casting a line out into the sea for the night’s finned meal he soaks it up and enjoys every minute of it. That being said, it’s hard to get him riled up about anything. His motto lends him a calm, collected demeanour that persists even in battle. You’ll never find him in a heated argument unless he’s trying to mediate it, nor will you find him easy prey if your goal is to goad someone into a brawl. He’s by no means a pacifist. But he is, by most means, rational.

That is, of course, until you bring irrational people into the picture. While Mihro often times tries to diffuse situations before they get out of hand, he has limited patience for those who act and behave based on what he believes to be outlandish ideas and theologies. It was one of the reasons he left the isolationist city-state of Ishgard. “Why barricade yourself away from the rest of the world when it’s looking pretty grim everywhere outside of your walls? When the tables turn and you’re the one that needs help, don’t expect to find many friends knocking at your door.” It’s also one of the reasons he stays out of the major free companies or law enforcement groups. The rules and regulations they expect their soldiers to follow are of little use in the field when operational freedom can be the difference between securing the safety of a township or losing it to a band of criminals.

When it comes to friendships, despite Mihro’s easy going, charismatic and mostly extroverted character, he doesn’t often latch on long enough to keep many friends. He goes where his whims take him and does what his whims want to do, leaving him little time to stay rooted in a place long enough to make any lasting bonds. To those that he does come to consider more than an acquaintance, he’s kind, patient, never judgmental and always supportive.

== '''Likes, Dislikes, etc.''' ==

----

{| class="cke_show_border" style="width: 507px" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"
|-
|
'''Loves'''

*Fishing
*A good fantasy book
*Sleeping in hammocks
*Swimming
*Monster hunting

|
'''Hates'''

*Irrational people
*Injustice
*Heat
*Being uncertain
*Milk
*Elements of Seeker culture

|-
| 
| 
|-
|
'''Quirks'''

*Grabs things with his tail
*Sleeps when he feels like it—regardless of the time of day
*OCD about the sharpness/dullness of weapons
|
'''Fears'''

*Being in some way unable to help those he cares about
*The consequences of tough choices
*Bad news

|}

== '''Skills & Abilities''' ==

----

{| style="width: 688px" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"
|-
|
'''Combat Skills'''

*Lancer
*Gladiator
*Pugilist

| 
|
'''Abilities'''

*Incredibly fast reflexes
*Skilled tracker
*Strong hand and tail grip

|
'''Weaknesses'''

*No magical ability
|-
| 
| 
| 
| 
|-
|
'''Crafting Skills'''

*Fishing
*Weaponsmithing

| 
|
'''Misc Skills'''

*Experienced free runner
*Usually able to calm most heated situations down
*Intimately aware of his surroundings at all times

| 
|}

== '''Background''' ==

----
In Seeker culture, the clan Nunh is the best of their very best. It is their duty to sire the next generation of their tribe through mating with anywhere up to 50 women. It is an honourable thing to be a Nunh—their role paramount to the survival, growth and progression of their people. Perhaps it was that duty that first inspired Mihro’s father, P’hon, to challenge their tribe’s former Nunh for a chance to be that pillar of strength. Perhaps it was those ideals that he kept in his heart while he carried out his duties for the first few years of his ‘reign’. But then, like most first meetings that bloom into true love, chance and a little bit of bad weather forced his Tribe to take refuge near a river side village not far down the slopes that lead up to Ishgard. It was there, on the eve of their first night away from the torrential winds and rains, he met Mori—a beautiful Seeker whom had left behind the tribal life in exchange for one among the city goers. It was soon obvious to both parties that they had found their other half…and from that moment on, little else mattered to P’hon outside of his love for her. Though he understood the importance a Nunh played in his tribe…he couldn’t bring himself to continue the rites of the tradition while his heart belonged to someone…and it was with that in might that he began to plan his escape.

As the rains cleared and the path back to their lands became much less treacherous, P’hon appealed to his closest friend—who was fit to be a Nunh himself—and begged him to challenge him for the position. The bout lasted nearly an hour for good show before P’hon threw the fight and surrendered his title. Shortly afterwards he left his tribe and returned to the riverside village where he united with Mori.
Five years after the two wed, Mihro was born, first of three and the only one of their children to know life outside of the walls of Ishgard. Not long after Mihro’s birth did the onset of crop-killing cold and an increase in the sentient dragons that patrolled the area force many of the village’s occupants to find a new home. The Tethra family headed further into the cold, beyond the Gate of Judgment to the city state of Ishgard where Phon joined the Dragoon forces and Mori tended to their growing family at home.

Mihro never truly knew what it meant to be a Tia or a Nunh. Not really. His parents did their best to teach him and his siblings the history and culture of their people though their home was far from practicing anything like their tribal origins. Instead Mihro grew up much like any other young man did in the cities. When he was old enough he received an education—when he was strong enough he was trained to fight—when he was bold enough he joined the military—and when he was smart enough he decided his own way. What happened between those days when he was a cub with a stubby tail and a taste for chewing on the corners of the rug in front of the fireplace and his monster hunting days after the Calamity…whether he’s not open about it or there’s just simply nothing much to tell is hard to say.

== ''Relationships'' ==

----

{| style="width: 1553px" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"
|-
|
'''Friends'''

*[[Khy'zen Vashai]] – This miqo’te could be counted as his closest friend and partner in practically anything involving treasure hunting, monster hunting and most other things adventurous.
*[[Hachi Ten'ahn|Hachi Ten'ahn]] - WIP
*[[Grey Everheart|Grey Everheart ]]- WIP
*[[Menelwen Veara|Menelwen Veara]] - WIP
*[[Vamiri Lamiri|Vamiri Lamiri]] - WIP
*[[Nivaar Swann|Nivaar Swann]] - WIP
* Centurion – Mihro’s chocobo. As a native of Ishgard, he grew up around chocobos and has been paired with ‘Cent’ since birth.

|-
|
'''Family'''

*Phon Tethra – Mihro’s father. [Alive]
*Mori Tethra - Mihro's mother. [Alive]
*Calo Tethra- Mihro’s brother. [Deceased]
*Hanaa Tethra- Mihro’s sister. [Alive]

|}
== '''Soundtrack''' ==

----
WIP

[[category:Miqo'te]]

File:GreyProfile.png

2013-08-11T21:53:45Z

Skyborn:

Mihro Tethra

2013-08-11T19:51:23Z

Skyborn:

{{Infobox-character
| name = Mihro Tethra
| image = MihroPose.png
| imagewidth =
| caption = '''"Dancing around a Behemoth’s tail while dodging swings from an Iron Giant all before breakfast? I dunno, sounds like a typical Monday to me."'''
| title = Basic Information
| gender = Male
| citizenship = Ishgard
| race = Miqo’te
| clan = Seekers of the Sun
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 24
| stat_2 = Height
| stat_2_value = 5 fulms 8 ilms
| stat_3 = Weight
| stat_3_value = 160 ponze
| stat_4 = Nameday
| stat_4_value = TBD
| stat_5 = Character Alignment
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good
| stat_6 = Occupation
| stat_6_value = AdventurerMonster HunterTreasure Hunter

}} {{Character-stub}}

== '''Summary''' ==

----
Mihro(MEE-row)Tethra is a cool headed monster hunter, formerly of Ishgard’s Military Dragoon forces and frequent ally of the rag-tag group called ‘The Lucky Bastards’. He, like his father, understands—but lives apart from—Seeker culture in an effort to take the reins of his own destiny. After the Calamity, despite the withering state of Ishgard’s defenses, Mihro left the military to join the fold with countless others to help rebuild the world and prepare it for the coming of the next Umbral era.

== '''Personality''' ==

----
Mihro lives in the moment. “There might not be a tomorrow,” he’ll say, “so you damn well better be living one hell of a today.” Whether it’s spending an evening in with close companions, hunting down the next big monster or casting a line out into the sea for the night’s finned meal he soaks it up and enjoys every minute of it. That being said, it’s hard to get him riled up about anything. His motto lends him a calm, collected demeanour that persists even in battle. You’ll never find him in a heated argument unless he’s trying to mediate it, nor will you find him easy prey if your goal is to goad someone into a brawl. He’s by no means a pacifist. But he is, by most means, rational.

That is, of course, until you bring irrational people into the picture. While Mihro often times tries to diffuse situations before they get out of hand, he has limited patience for those who act and behave based on what he believes to be outlandish ideas and theologies. It was one of the reasons he left the isolationist city-state of Ishgard. “Why barricade yourself away from the rest of the world when it’s looking pretty grim everywhere outside of your walls? When the tables turn and you’re the one that needs help, don’t expect to find many friends knocking at your door.” It’s also one of the reasons he stays out of the major free companies or law enforcement groups. The rules and regulations they expect their soldiers to follow are of little use in the field when operational freedom can be the difference between securing the safety of a township or losing it to a band of criminals.

When it comes to friendships, despite Mihro’s easy going, charismatic and mostly extroverted character, he doesn’t often latch on long enough to keep many friends. He goes where his whims take him and does what his whims want to do, leaving him little time to stay rooted in a place long enough to make any lasting bonds. To those that he does come to consider more than an acquaintance, he’s kind, patient, never judgmental and always supportive.

== '''Likes, Dislikes, etc.''' ==

----

{| class="cke_show_border" style="width: 507px" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"
|-
|
'''Loves'''

*Fishing
*A good fantasy book
*Sleeping in hammocks
*Swimming
*Monster hunting

|
'''Hates'''

*Irrational people
*Injustice
*Heat
*Being uncertain
*Milk
*Elements of Seeker culture

|-
| 
| 
|-
|
'''Quirks'''

*Grabs things with his tail
*Sleeps when he feels like it—regardless of the time of day
*OCD about the sharpness/dullness of weapons
|
'''Fears'''

*Being in some way unable to help those he cares about
*The consequences of tough choices
*Bad news

|}

== '''Skills & Abilities''' ==

----

{| style="width: 688px" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"
|-
|
'''Combat Skills'''

*Lancer
*Gladiator
*Pugilist

| 
|
'''Abilities'''

*Incredibly fast reflexes
*Marksman worthy sight in his right eye
*Strong hand and tail grip

|
'''Weaknesses'''

*No magical ability
*Handicapped vision in his left eye
|-
| 
| 
| 
| 
|-
|
'''Crafting Skills'''

*Fishing
*Weaponsmithing

| 
|
'''Misc Skills'''

*Experienced free runner
*Usually able to calm most heated situations down
*Intimately aware of his surroundings at all times

| 
|}

== '''Background''' ==

----
In Seeker culture, the clan Nunh is the best of their very best. It is their duty to sire the next generation of their tribe through mating with anywhere up to 50 women. It is an honourable thing to be a Nunh—their role paramount to the survival, growth and progression of their people. Perhaps it was that duty that first inspired Mihro’s father, P’hon, to challenge their tribe’s former Nunh for a chance to be that pillar of strength. Perhaps it was those ideals that he kept in his heart while he carried out his duties for the first few years of his ‘reign’. But then, like most first meetings that bloom into true love, chance and a little bit of bad weather forced his Tribe to take refuge near a river side village not far down the slopes that lead up to Ishgard. It was there, on the eve of their first night away from the torrential winds and rains, he met Mori—a beautiful Seeker whom had left behind the tribal life in exchange for one among the city goers. It was soon obvious to both parties that they had found their other half…and from that moment on, little else mattered to P’hon outside of his love for her. Though he understood the importance a Nunh played in his tribe…he couldn’t bring himself to continue the rites of the tradition while his heart belonged to someone…and it was with that in might that he began to plan his escape.

As the rains cleared and the path back to their lands became much less treacherous, P’hon appealed to his closest friend—who was fit to be a Nunh himself—and begged him to challenge him for the position. The bout lasted nearly an hour for good show before P’hon threw the fight and surrendered his title. Shortly afterwards he left his tribe and returned to the riverside village where he united with Mori.
Five years after the two wed, Mihro was born, first of three and the only one of their children to know life outside of the walls of Ishgard. Not long after Mihro’s birth did the onset of crop-killing cold and an increase in the sentient dragons that patrolled the area force many of the village’s occupants to find a new home. The Tethra family headed further into the cold, beyond the Gate of Judgment to the city state of Ishgard where Phon joined the Dragoon forces and Mori tended to their growing family at home.

Mihro never truly knew what it meant to be a Tia or a Nunh. Not really. His parents did their best to teach him and his siblings the history and culture of their people though their home was far from practicing anything like their tribal origins. Instead Mihro grew up much like any other young man did in the cities. When he was old enough he received an education—when he was strong enough he was trained to fight—when he was bold enough he joined the military—and when he was smart enough he decided his own way. What happened between those days when he was a cub with a stubby tail and a taste for chewing on the corners of the rug in front of the fireplace and his monster hunting days after the Calamity…whether he’s not open about it or there’s just simply nothing much to tell is hard to say.

== ''Relationships'' ==

----

{| style="width: 1553px" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"
|-
|
'''Friends'''

*[[Khy'zen Vashai]] – This miqo’te could be counted as his closest friend and partner in practically anything involving treasure hunting, monster hunting and most other things adventurous.
*[[Hachi Ten'ahn|Hachi Ten'ahn]] - WIP
*[[Grey Everheart|Grey Everheart ]]- WIP
*[[Menelwen Veara|Menelwen Veara]] - WIP
*[[Vamiri Lamiri|Vamiri Lamiri]] - WIP
*[[Nivaar Swann|Nivaar Swann]] - WIP
* Centurion – Mihro’s chocobo. As a native of Ishgard, he grew up around chocobos and has been paired with ‘Cent’ since birth.

|-
|
'''Family'''

*Phon Tethra – Mihro’s father. [Alive]
*Mori Tethra - Mihro's mother. [Alive]
*Calo Tethra- Mihro’s brother. [Deceased]
*Hanaa Tethra- Mihro’s sister. [Alive]

|}
== '''Soundtrack''' ==

----
WIP

[[category:Miqo'te]]

Mihro Tethra

2013-08-10T08:22:56Z

Skyborn:

{{Infobox-character
| name = Mihro Tethra
| image = MihroPose.png
| imagewidth =
| caption = '''"Dancing around a Behemoth’s tail while dodging swings from an Iron Giant all before breakfast? I dunno, sounds like a typical Monday to me."'''
| title = Basic Information
| gender = Male
| citizenship = Ishgard
| race = Miqo’te
| clan = Seekers of the Sun
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 24
| stat_2 = Height
| stat_2_value = 5 fulms 8 ilms
| stat_3 = Weight
| stat_3_value = 160 ponze
| stat_4 = Nameday
| stat_4_value = TBD
| stat_5 = Character Alignment
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good
| stat_6 = Occupation
| stat_6_value = AdventurerMonster HunterTreasure Hunter

}} {{Character-stub}}

== '''Summary''' ==

----
Mihro(MEE-row)Tethra is a cool headed monster hunter, formerly of Ishgard’s Military Dragoon forces and frequent ally of the rag-tag group called ‘The Lucky Bastards’. He, like his father, understands—but lives apart from—Seeker culture in an effort to take the reins of his own destiny. After the Calamity, despite the withering state of Ishgard’s defenses, Mihro left the military to join the fold with countless others to help rebuild the world and prepare it for the coming of the next Umbral era.

== '''Personality''' ==

----
Mihro lives in the moment. “There might not be a tomorrow,” he’ll say, “so you damn well better be living one hell of a today.” Whether it’s spending an evening in with close companions, hunting down the next big monster or casting a line out into the sea for the night’s finned meal he soaks it up and enjoys every minute of it. That being said, it’s hard to get him riled up about anything. His motto lends him a calm, collected demeanour that persists even in battle. You’ll never find him in a heated argument unless he’s trying to mediate it, nor will you find him easy prey if your goal is to goad someone into a brawl. He’s by no means a pacifist. But he is, by most means, rational.

That is, of course, until you bring irrational people into the picture. While Mihro often times tries to diffuse situations before they get out of hand, he has limited patience for those who act and behave based on what he believes to be outlandish ideas and theologies. It was one of the reasons he left the isolationist city-state of Ishgard. “Why barricade yourself away from the rest of the world when it’s looking pretty grim everywhere outside of your walls? When the tables turn and you’re the one that needs help, don’t expect to find many friends knocking at your door.” It’s also one of the reasons he stays out of the major free companies or law enforcement groups. The rules and regulations they expect their soldiers to follow are of little use in the field when operational freedom can be the difference between securing the safety of a township or losing it to a band of criminals.

When it comes to friendships, despite Mihro’s easy going, charismatic and mostly extroverted character, he doesn’t often latch on long enough to keep many friends. He goes where his whims take him and does what his whims want to do, leaving him little time to stay rooted in a place long enough to make any lasting bonds. To those that he does come to consider more than an acquaintance, he’s kind, patient, never judgmental and always supportive.

== '''Likes, Dislikes, etc.''' ==

----

{| class="cke_show_border" style="width: 507px" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"
|-
|
'''Loves'''

*Fishing
*A good fantasy book
*Sleeping in hammocks
*Swimming
*Monster hunting

|
'''Hates'''

*Irrational people
*Injustice
*Heat
*Being uncertain
*Milk
*Elements of Seeker culture

|-
| 
| 
|-
|
'''Quirks'''

*Grabs things with his tail
*Sleeps when he feels like it—regardless of the time of day
*OCD about the sharpness/dullness of weapons
|
'''Fears'''

*Being in some way unable to help those he cares about
*The consequences of tough choices
*Bad news

|}

== '''Skills & Abilities''' ==

----

{| style="width: 688px" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"
|-
|
'''Combat Skills'''

*Lancer
*Gladiator
*Pugilist

| 
|
'''Abilities'''

*Incredibly fast reflexes
*Marksman worthy sight in his right eye
*Strong hand and tail grip

|
'''Weaknesses'''

*No magical ability
*Handicapped vision in his left eye
|-
| 
| 
| 
| 
|-
|
'''Crafting Skills'''

*Fishing
*Weaponsmithing

| 
|
'''Misc Skills'''

*Experienced free runner
*Usually able to calm most heated situations down
*Intimately aware of his surroundings at all times

| 
|}

== '''Background''' ==

----
In Seeker culture, the clan Nunh is the best of their very best. It is their duty to sire the next generation of their tribe through mating with anywhere up to 50 women. It is an honourable thing to be a Nunh—their role paramount to the survival, growth and progression of their people. Perhaps it was that duty that first inspired Mihro’s father, P’hon, to challenge their tribe’s former Nunh for a chance to be that pillar of strength. Perhaps it was those ideals that he kept in his heart while he carried out his duties for the first few years of his ‘reign’. But then, like most first meetings that bloom into true love, chance and a little bit of bad weather forced his Tribe to take refuge near a river side village not far down the slopes that lead up to Ishgard. It was there, on the eve of their first night away from the torrential winds and rains, he met Mori—a beautiful Seeker whom had left behind the tribal life in exchange for one among the city goers. It was soon obvious to both parties that they had found their other half…and from that moment on, little else mattered to P’hon outside of his love for her. Though he understood the importance a Nunh played in his tribe…he couldn’t bring himself to continue the rites of the tradition while his heart belonged to someone…and it was with that in might that he began to plan his escape.

As the rains cleared and the path back to their lands became much less treacherous, P’hon appealed to his closest friend—who was fit to be a Nunh himself—and begged him to challenge him for the position. The bout lasted nearly an hour for good show before P’hon threw the fight and surrendered his title. Shortly afterwards he left his tribe and returned to the riverside village where he united with Mori.
Five years after the two wed, Mihro was born, first of three and the only one of their children to know life outside of the walls of Ishgard. Not long after Mihro’s birth did the onset of crop-killing cold and an increase in the sentient dragons that patrolled the area force many of the village’s occupants to find a new home. The Tethra family headed further into the cold, beyond the Gate of Judgment to the city state of Ishgard where Phon joined the Dragoon forces and Mori tended to their growing family at home.

Mihro never truly knew what it meant to be a Tia or a Nunh. Not really. His parents did their best to teach him and his siblings the history and culture of their people though their home was far from practicing anything like their tribal origins. Instead Mihro grew up much like any other young man did in the cities. When he was old enough he received an education—when he was strong enough he was trained to fight—when he was bold enough he joined the military—and when he was smart enough he decided his own way. What happened between those days when he was a cub with a stubby tail and a taste for chewing on the corners of the rug in front of the fireplace and his monster hunting days after the Calamity…whether he’s not open about it or there’s just simply nothing much to tell is hard to say.

== ''Relationships'' ==

----

{| style="width: 1553px" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"
|-
|
'''Friends'''

*[[Khy'zen Vashai]] – This miqo’te could be counted as his closest friend and partner in practically anything involving treasure hunting, monster hunting and most other things adventurous.
*[[Hachi Ten'ahn|Hachi Ten'ahn]] - WIP
*[[Grey Everheart|Grey Everheart ]]- WIP
*[[Menelwen Veara|Menelwen Veara]] - WIP
*[[Vamiri Lamiri|Vamiri Lamiri]] - WIP
*[[Nivaar Swann|Nivaar Swann]] - WIP
* Centurion – Mihro’s chocobo. As a native of Ishgard, he grew up around chocobos and has been paired with ‘Cent’ since birth.

|-
|
'''Family'''

*Phon Tethra – Mihro’s father. [Alive]
*Mori Tethra - Mihro's mother. [Alive]
*Calo Tethra- Mihro’s brother. [Deceased]
*Hanaa Tethra- Mihro’s sister. [Alive]

|}
== '''Soundtrack''' ==

----
WIP

[[category:Miqo’te]]

Mihro Tethra

2013-08-10T07:53:08Z

Skyborn: Created page with "{{Infobox-character | name = Mihro Tethra | image = MihroPose.png | imagewidth = | caption = '''"Dancing around a Behemoth’s tail while dodging swings from an Iron Giant al..."

{{Infobox-character
| name = Mihro Tethra
| image = MihroPose.png
| imagewidth =
| caption = '''"Dancing around a Behemoth’s tail while dodging swings from an Iron Giant all before breakfast? I dunno, sounds like a typical Monday to me."'''
| title = Basic Information
| gender = Male
| citizenship = Ishgard
| race = Miqo’te
| clan = Seekers of the Sun
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 24
| stat_2 = Height
| stat_2_value = 5 fulms 8 ilms
| stat_3 = Weight
| stat_3_value = 160 ponze
| stat_4 = Nameday
| stat_4_value = TBD
| stat_5 = Character Alignment
| stat_5_value = Chaotic Good
| stat_6 = Occupation
| stat_6_value = AdventurerMonster HunterTreasure Hunter

}} {{Character-stub}}

== '''Summary''' ==

----
Mihro Tethra is a cool headed monster hunter, formerly of Ishgard’s Military Dragoon forces and frequent ally of the rag-tag group called ‘The Lucky Bastards’. He, like his father, understands—but lives apart from—Seeker culture in an effort to take the reins of his own destiny. After the Calamity, despite the withering state of Ishgard’s defenses, Mihro left the military to join the fold with countless others to help rebuild the world and prepare it for the coming of the next Umbral era.

== '''Personality''' ==

----
Mihro lives in the moment. “There might not be a tomorrow,” he’ll say, “so you damn well better be living one hell of a today.” Whether it’s spending an evening in with close companions, hunting down the next big monster or casting a line out into the sea for the night’s finned meal he soaks it up and enjoys every minute of it. That being said, it’s hard to get him riled up about anything. His motto lends him a calm, collected demeanour that persists even in battle. You’ll never find him in a heated argument unless he’s trying to mediate it, nor will you find him easy prey if your goal is to goad someone into a brawl. He’s by no means a pacifist. But he is, by most means, rational.

That is, of course, until you bring irrational people into the picture. While Mihro often times tries to diffuse situations before they get out of hand, he has limited patience for those who act and behave based on what he believes to be outlandish ideas and theologies. It was one of the reasons he left the isolationist city-state of Ishgard. “Why barricade yourself away from the rest of the world when it’s looking pretty grim everywhere outside of your walls? When the tables turn and you’re the one that needs help, don’t expect to find many friends knocking at your door.” It’s also one of the reasons he stays out of the major free companies or law enforcement groups. The rules and regulations they expect their soldiers to follow are of little use in the field when operational freedom can be the difference between securing the safety of a township or losing it to a band of criminals.

When it comes to friendships, despite Mihro’s easy going, charismatic and mostly extroverted character, he doesn’t often latch on long enough to keep many friends. He goes where his whims take him and does what his whims want to do, leaving him little time to stay rooted in a place long enough to make any lasting bonds. To those that he does come to consider more than an acquaintance, he’s kind, patient, never judgmental and always supportive.

== '''Likes, Dislikes, etc.''' ==

----

{| class="cke_show_border" style="width: 507px" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"
|-
|
'''Loves'''

*Fishing
*A good fantasy book
*Sleeping in hammocks
*Swimming
*Monster hunting

|
'''Hates'''

*Irrational people
*Injustice
*Heat
*Being uncertain
*Milk
*Elements of Seeker culture

|-
| 
| 
|-
|
'''Quirks'''

*Grabs things with his tail
*Sleeps when he feels like it—regardless of the time of day
*OCD about the sharpness/dullness of weapons
|
'''Fears'''

*Being in some way unable to help those he cares about
*The consequences of tough choices
*Bad news

|}

== '''Skills & Abilities''' ==

----

{| style="width: 688px" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"
|-
|
'''Combat Skills'''

*Lancer
*Gladiator
*Pugilist

| 
|
'''Abilities'''

*Incredibly fast reflexes
*Marksman worthy sight in his right eye
*Strong hand and tail grip

|
'''Weaknesses'''

*No magical ability
*Handicapped vision in his left eye
|-
| 
| 
| 
| 
|-
|
'''Crafting Skills'''

*Fishing
*Weaponsmithing

| 
|
'''Misc Skills'''

*Experienced free runner
*Usually able to calm most heated situations down
*Intimately aware of his surroundings at all times

| 
|}

== '''Background''' ==

----
In Seeker culture, the clan Nunh is the best of their very best. It is their duty to sire the next generation of their tribe through mating with anywhere up to 50 women. It is an honourable thing to be a Nunh—their role paramount to the survival, growth and progression of their people. Perhaps it was that duty that first inspired Mihro’s father, P’hon, to challenge their tribe’s former Nunh for a chance to be that pillar of strength. Perhaps it was those ideals that he kept in his heart while he carried out his duties for the first few years of his ‘reign’. But then, like most first meetings that bloom into true love, chance and a little bit of bad weather forced his Tribe to take refuge near a river side village not far down the slopes that lead up to Ishgard. It was there, on the eve of their first night away from the torrential winds and rains, he met Mori—a beautiful Seeker whom had left behind the tribal life in exchange for one among the city goers. It was soon obvious to both parties that they had found their other half…and from that moment on, little else mattered to P’hon outside of his love for her. Though he understood the importance a Nunh played in his tribe…he couldn’t bring himself to continue the rites of the tradition while his heart belonged to someone…and it was with that in might that he began to plan his escape.

As the rains cleared and the path back to their lands became much less treacherous, P’hon appealed to his closest friend—who was fit to be a Nunh himself—and begged him to challenge him for the position. The bout lasted nearly an hour for good show before P’hon threw the fight and surrendered his title. Shortly afterwards he left his tribe and returned to the riverside village where he united with Mori.
Five years after the two wed, Mihro was born, first of three and the only one of their children to know life outside of the walls of Ishgard. Not long after Mihro’s birth did the onset of crop-killing cold and an increase in the sentient dragons that patrolled the area force many of the village’s occupants to find a new home. The Tethra family headed further into the cold, beyond the Gate of Judgment to the city state of Ishgard where Phon joined the Dragoon forces and Mori tended to their growing family at home.

Mihro never truly knew what it meant to be a Tia or a Nunh. Not really. His parents did their best to teach him and his siblings the history and culture of their people though their home was far from practicing anything like their tribal origins. Instead Mihro grew up much like any other young man did in the cities. When he was old enough he received an education—when he was strong enough he was trained to fight—when he was bold enough he joined the military—and when he was smart enough he decided his own way. What happened between those days when he was a cub with a stubby tail and a taste for chewing on the corners of the rug in front of the fireplace and his monster hunting days after the Calamity…whether he’s not open about it or there’s just simply nothing much to tell is hard to say.

== ''Relationships'' ==

----

{| style="width: 1553px" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"
|-
|
'''Friends'''

*[[Khy'zen Vashai]] – This miqo’te could be counted as his closest friend and partner in practically anything involving treasure hunting, monster hunting and most other things adventurous.
*[[Hachi Ten'ahn|Hachi Ten'ahn]] - WIP
*[[Grey Everheart|Grey Everheart ]]- WIP
*[[Menelwen Veara|Menelwen Veara]] - WIP
*[[Vamiri Lamiri|Vamiri Lamiri]] - WIP
*[[Nivaar Swann|Nivaar Swann]] - WIP
* Centurion – Mihro’s chocobo. As a native of Ishgard, he grew up around chocobos and has been paired with ‘Cent’ since birth.

|-
|
'''Family'''

*Phon Tethra – Mihro’s father. [Alive]
*Mori Tethra - Mihro's mother. [Alive]
*Calo Tethra- Mihro’s brother. [Deceased]
*Hanaa Tethra- Mihro’s sister. [Alive]

|}
== '''Soundtrack''' ==

----
WIP

[[category:Miqo’te]]

2013-07-26T05:01:07Z

Skyborn:

Grey Everheart

2013-07-20T08:01:22Z

Skyborn:

{{Infobox-character
| name = Grey Everheart
| image = Grey_Everheart.png
| imagewidth =
| caption = '''"The hells are you lookin' at?"'''
| title = Basic Information
| gender = Male
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsa
| race = Hyur
| clan = Midlander
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 20
| stat_2 = Height
| stat_2_value = 6 fulms 4 ilms
| stat_3 = Weight
| stat_3_value = 240 ponze
| stat_4 = Nameday
| stat_4_value = TBD
| stat_5 = Guardian
| stat_5_value = Llymlaen, the Navigator
| stat_6 = Occupation
| stat_6_value = Dock worker, member of 'The Lucky Bastards' free company, odd jobber for [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Bastard%27s_Honor_Tavern Bastard's Honor]

}} {{Character-stub}}

===Basic Info===
Grey Everheart is the headstrong, foul mouthed Limsa Lominsa native taking up ranks in the mercenary free company called ‘The Lucky Bastards’. Most view him as abrasive, difficult and almost always disagreeable. He fights with his fists and feet as his weapons using varied styles of martial arts and brawling learned from sailors traveling from all free corners of Eorzea.

===Appearance and Personality===
Grey is a young man of 20 with wild black hair, bold blue eyes, tall height, a figure taut with thick muscle and fair skin marked by deep scars across his nose and his upper lip. He prefers loose, sleeved, open-chested tunics or slim cotton tank tops with slim leather trousers. He likes his boots thick and his gloves fingerless and knuckled. He wears only three pieces of jewelery—a silver band on his left hand ring finger, a silver stud in his left ear lobe and a silver pendant at his neck that ends in a figure hidden beneath his shirt. He is tattooed down the right side of his abdomen with the image of leviathan coiled around a spear, the tip of which is driven through his skull.

Grey's long years spent working around men and women with a penchant for slang and swearing have played a significant role in shaping his vocabulary. Fowl language is ever present even in casual conversation where talking is pronounced talkin' and going is pronounced gonna. Ain't and y'all work their way into his speech occasionally, but in a much more city street born fashion than the country bumpkin brand.

Most of the folks that frequent the docks or the local taverns around Limsa Lominsa have likely run into Grey Everheart on more than one occasion. Since his early teens he’s been rough around the edges, becoming increasingly more abrasive and aggressive as he aged as though birthdays were an accelerant. He lives with a very small-town mentality—content to live out his days working in the shipyard and the docks, mending broken sails and hauling around cargo from here to there. He doesn’t dream of adventure or yearn for excitement—he likes things the way they are. He chafes under the rub of change and fairly vocal about it.

He’s not a fan of the company of others—like his love for the structure, simplicity and familiarity of his life, he also loves keeping his list of known associates to those he already knows. He’ll let you know if he doesn’t like you (which is likely) and thinks nothing of voicing his opinion of your ideas (especially if he thinks they’re stupid).

Despite being as vocal about his dislike for a laundry list of people, places and things, he’s not as vocal about what goes on in his head, preferring to keep his internal dialogue just that. His feelings are his business and no one else’s.

Beneath his rough, hard to get along with exterior, though, lies the heart of someone who feels a subconscious need to be a protector. He’s very protective of the people he counts as friends—most especially his mother and Hachi Ten’ahn. Whether it’s their honour, their good name or their safety that’s in jeopardy, Grey is a fierce advocate for leaving things be—and when his curses and aggressive language isn’t enough, he lets his fists do the advocating. He’s not above helping others, regardless of how begrudgingly he does it, and will usually always step in for the little guy.

===History===
Grey is particularly private about his childhood. Even Hachi, who has been living with Grey and his mother since he pulled her from floating wreckage ten years ago, knows little of what happened before her arrival. Most folks know Grey was born and raised in a village just outside of Limsa Lominsa and was the first and only child of Bardas Gale—a once prominent mercenary dragoon whose skills waned quickly with age and were replaced by drunken rage, and Meredith Everheart—a kind, caring soul who worked at the local weaving guild.

After an altercation that ended in Bardas being thrown from their home and told never to return by a fourteen year old Grey, Grey took it upon himself to make up the loss of income in the house and began skipping his school classes so he could pursue work (unbeknownst to his mother, of course). He quickly endeared himself to the local dock workers—albeit after aggressively refusing to take ‘no’ for an answer. Day and night he worked at the docks, moving freight, fixing things that needed fixing, helping hands that needed help.

It was here that he began to build his foundation for his martial arts prowess. Sailors from all corners of the free world would pass in and out of the docks, and with them they brought knowledge of combat Grey had never been exposed to. Some nights he’d come back and work an extra shift in exchange for lessons which he in turn practiced for hours on end at home.

Not much has changed for Grey since his father was cut out of the picture. He remains in the same house he grew up in, doing the same work he’s done since fourteen, drinking the same drink at the same tavern he’s frequented since he acquired a taste for liquor, taking care of his mother and looking after Hachi. Grey’s life is simple now, and he likes it that way.

===Affiliations===
WIP

===Other Notes===
WIP

Grey Everheart

2013-07-20T07:58:49Z

Skyborn:

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| name = Grey Everheart
| image = Grey_Everheart.png
| imagewidth =
| caption = '''"I don't need your @#$kin' help. I can take care of myself."'''
| title = Basic Information
| gender = Male
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsa
| race = Hyur
| clan = Midlander
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 20
| stat_2 = Height
| stat_2_value = 6 fulms 4 ilms
| stat_3 = Weight
| stat_3_value = 240 ponze
| stat_4 = Nameday
| stat_4_value = TBD
| stat_5 = Guardian
| stat_5_value = Llymlaen, the Navigator
| stat_6 = Occupation
| stat_6_value = Dock worker, member of 'The Lucky Bastards' free company, odd jobber for [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Bastard%27s_Honor_Tavern Bastard's Honor]

}} {{Character-stub}}

===Basic Info===
Grey Everheart is the headstrong, foul mouthed Limsa Lominsa native taking up ranks in the mercenary free company called ‘The Lucky Bastards’. Most view him as abrasive, difficult and almost always disagreeable. He fights with his fists and feet as his weapons using varied styles of martial arts and brawling learned from sailors traveling from all free corners of Eorzea.

===Appearance and Personality===
Grey is a young man of 20 with wild black hair, bold blue eyes, tall height, a figure taut with thick muscle and fair skin marked by deep scars across his nose and his upper lip. He prefers loose, sleeved, open-chested tunics or slim cotton tank tops with slim leather trousers. He likes his boots thick and his gloves fingerless and knuckled. He wears only three pieces of jewelery—a silver band on his left hand ring finger, a silver stud in his left ear lobe and a silver pendant at his neck that ends in a figure hidden beneath his shirt. He is tattooed down the right side of his abdomen with the image of leviathan coiled around a spear, the tip of which is driven through his skull.

Grey's long years spent working around men and women with a penchant for slang and swearing have played a significant role in shaping his vocabulary. Fowl language is ever present even in casual conversation where talking is pronounced talkin' and going is pronounced gonna. Ain't and y'all work their way into his speech occasionally, but in a much more city street born fashion than the country bumpkin brand.

Most of the folks that frequent the docks or the local taverns around Limsa Lominsa have likely run into Grey Everheart on more than one occasion. Since his early teens he’s been rough around the edges, becoming increasingly more abrasive and aggressive as he aged as though birthdays were an accelerant. He lives with a very small-town mentality—content to live out his days working in the shipyard and the docks, mending broken sails and hauling around cargo from here to there. He doesn’t dream of adventure or yearn for excitement—he likes things the way they are. He chafes under the rub of change and fairly vocal about it.

He’s not a fan of the company of others—like his love for the structure, simplicity and familiarity of his life, he also loves keeping his list of known associates to those he already knows. He’ll let you know if he doesn’t like you (which is likely) and thinks nothing of voicing his opinion of your ideas (especially if he thinks they’re stupid).

Despite being as vocal about his dislike for a laundry list of people, places and things, he’s not as vocal about what goes on in his head, preferring to keep his internal dialogue just that. His feelings are his business and no one else’s.

Beneath his rough, hard to get along with exterior, though, lies the heart of someone who feels a subconscious need to be a protector. He’s very protective of the people he counts as friends—most especially his mother and Hachi Ten’ahn. Whether it’s their honour, their good name or their safety that’s in jeopardy, Grey is a fierce advocate for leaving things be—and when his curses and aggressive language isn’t enough, he lets his fists do the advocating. He’s not above helping others, regardless of how begrudgingly he does it, and will usually always step in for the little guy.

===History===
Grey is particularly private about his childhood. Even Hachi, who has been living with Grey and his mother since he pulled her from floating wreckage ten years ago, knows little of what happened before her arrival. Most folks know Grey was born and raised in a village just outside of Limsa Lominsa and was the first and only child of Bardas Gale—a once prominent mercenary dragoon whose skills waned quickly with age and were replaced by drunken rage, and Meredith Everheart—a kind, caring soul who worked at the local weaving guild.

After an altercation that ended in Bardas being thrown from their home and told never to return by a fourteen year old Grey, Grey took it upon himself to make up the loss of income in the house and began skipping his school classes so he could pursue work (unbeknownst to his mother, of course). He quickly endeared himself to the local dock workers—albeit after aggressively refusing to take ‘no’ for an answer. Day and night he worked at the docks, moving freight, fixing things that needed fixing, helping hands that needed help.

It was here that he began to build his foundation for his martial arts prowess. Sailors from all corners of the free world would pass in and out of the docks, and with them they brought knowledge of combat Grey had never been exposed to. Some nights he’d come back and work an extra shift in exchange for lessons which he in turn practiced for hours on end at home.

Not much has changed for Grey since his father was cut out of the picture. He remains in the same house he grew up in, doing the same work he’s done since fourteen, drinking the same drink at the same tavern he’s frequented since he acquired a taste for liquor, taking care of his mother and looking after Hachi. Grey’s life is simple now, and he likes it that way.

===Affiliations===
WIP

===Other Notes===
WIP