Nazyl Tharazyl

2016-04-18T23:51:46Z

ZexamleTheGreat: /* Friends & Acquaintances */

{{Infobox-character
| name = Nazyl Tharazyl
| image = Nazyl Illustration commission.jpg
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| caption = "Who's readeh ta go huntin'?."
| title = General Monster Hunter
| gender = Male
| citizenship = Wanderer
| race = Lalafell
| clan = Plainsfolk
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 22
| stat_2 = Sexuality
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Proud Adventurer
| stat_4 = Guardian
| stat_4_value = Halone, The Fury
| stat_5 = Namesday
| stat_5_value = 8th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon
| stat_6 =
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== <div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Character'''</div> ==
<div><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color:#33BB00;">'''<span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;">General</span>'''</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;">
Nazyl is a Lalafell of simple origins, and thus leads a simple lifestyle, never giving much thought to his existence. He wanders from place to place, making gil by mining or protecting others, believing that his destiny is to become a great hero. With his faithful chocobo Turyl by his side, he takes on the world in all its beauty, and its danger.

</span></span></span><br/></div><div><br/><br/><span style="font-size:medium;"><font color="#33BB00" face="Arial"><span style="line-height: 16px;">'''Appearance'''</span></font></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;">
Nazyl stands at about 3'4", slightly taller than most other Lalafells, tanned skin, and boasts a better body for physical work, his muscles (as much as a Lalafell can have) are defined, allowing him the energy for a long day of work. Earthen brown hair is grown long, going to his shoulders, and comes down into two bushy mutton chops on his cheeks, which he is immensely proud of. Freckles dot his face and slightly darkened nose, and a blood red symbol is painted across his face, going over his verdant eyes. It's the mark of a Behemoth in his village, a symbol of strength. What he wears goes with what he's doing for the day. When he mines, he dresses in heavy dark blue cloth, padded and plated to prevent harm, lantern and hammers at his side. He usually dons a metal helmet with a light for dark caves and the like. For battle, he wears a myriad of different armor and leathers, each suited to his style of combat, for sword, spear, dagger, whatever is needed. . He occasionally slips into his Onion armor, for old time's sake.

</span></span><br/></div><div><br/><br/><span style="font-size:medium;"><font color="#33BB00" face="Arial"><span style="line-height: 16px;">'''Behaviour'''</span></font></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;">
Nazyl is very friendly and optimistic, not afraid to walk up and start chatting with another. He speaks in a thick country accent, which tends to throw people off, and has trouble pronouncing words over three syllables long. He's rather simple minded, and is easily tricked into schemes and traps, but has a strong sense of justice, and will do absolutely anything to protect those he cares about. He's not much for starting unnecessary conflicts, and has a weakness for women, going out of his way to seem like a gentleman, which of course has made a love life of any kind difficult to obtain. To him however, family and friends matter more than anything in the world, the extra things in life can come later. Filled with wanderlust and curiosity for the unknown, he is very unlikely to settle in one place for long.

Recent events have made him into a hardened man, and guilt strains his face. He might not seem as boisterous as before, but his childlike spirit lurks somewhere under the surface.

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== <div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Combat'''</div> ==
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Much has happened over the course of his life in Eorzea, and in his quest for heroism, he's trained among some of the best fighters the realm over. Armed with the knowledge of paladins and other shieldbearers, he willfully takes up arms against darkness and its minions, fighting with far more skill than he ever hoped to achieve. In time he has become accustomed to the spear and daggers, and is now practicing magic. His dreams of being an Onion Knight of legend will come true if his determination keeps him onward.

In light of discovering more about himself, he's become a stalwart pillar against the darkness. The Voidsent to be specific, and has trained in measures solely to combat them. Lithe and hardhitting, he makes a terrible enemy to those who dwell in the dark.

His delving into the Wolves' Den had given him a knack for fighting men, and uses two different styles of fighting when going against the six races, even going so far as to change out equipment.

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<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;">~Elaboration will come after more RP~</span>

== <div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Tendencies'''</div> ==
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=== <div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #668800;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center>Likes</center></div> ===
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Good food
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Friends and family
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Sparring
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Keeping busy
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Physical work, though he's not entirely disliking of mental learning
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Has a penchant for wearing ridiculous looking attire.

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=== <div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#338800;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center><span class="mw-headline">Dislikes</span></center></div> ===
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Conflict
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Wild animals larger than he is
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Being the weak one
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Goobbues
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> The Void

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=== <div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#336600;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center><span class="mw-headline">Hobbies/Talents</span></center></div> ===
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Mining
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Learning skills at an unusual speed
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Cooking
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Mending relationships
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Loves to participate in tournaments, even holds a champion title in the Grindstone. There's no better place to learn all the different styles of other people.
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=== <div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#333300;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center><span class="mw-headline">Favorites</span></center></div> ===
:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Food/Drink''': Onion soup (for the sole reason that Onion Armor exists) and pineapple juice.

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Place''': Dravanian Forelands.

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Weather''': Sunny, cloudy.

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Season''': Summer and Fall

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Color''': Red and blue

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Scents''': Whatever the Bismarck is cooking. (He would inform you that he speaks of the restaurant, not the whale)

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== <div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Relationships'''</div><center><br/> ==
:<font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#33ff22;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing
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=== <div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#668800;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center><span class="mw-headline">Friends & Acquaintances</span></center></div><div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"> ===

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Onion Kid]]''' - A mysterious lalafell, draped in the same Onion armor that Nazyl himself wears. Skilled in the arts of the sword and shield, he's the pinnacle of what an Onion knight should be. Who he is, and why he's around is a mystery...even more mysterious is that no one he tells this to knows of the other lalafell. An illusion perhaps? No one knows, but Nazyl sees him as a sort of mentor figure....even if he isn't real.

:<span style="color:#f02311; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">♥ </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Sasazi Sazi]]''' - A shy dunesfolk girl Nazyl met during a Grindstone event. He waved her over after seeing her sitting alone for some time, and almost instantly they became fast friends. Assigned to be her bodyguard by the Dauntless, a band of former Flames turned adventurers, he vigilantly stays by her side. Recently confessing his feelings, he awaits the day they can eternally bond. After purging the demon that inhabited her body, Nazyl has been unable to leave her side for more than a few bells, out of both affection and desire to protect her. His Paladin oaths revolve around her as his charge, and nothing will break the shield that guards her.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[X'linwh Tia]]''' - A young Miqo'te Nazyl seemed to find often, a young man which reminds the Lalafell of one of his friends back home. After a tragic encounter in Stone Vigil, the Miqo'te, and one of Nazyl's first real friends, has died. The lalafell has sworn revenge on the dragon that killed him, and curses himself for not being able to protect him.

:<span style="color: #33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Alex Castell]]''' - A young Hyur woman Nazyl found while training with his group on an expedition to Coerthas, and proceeded to make himself known to her. He learned much about her, and became sympathetic to her story, more than willing to help her with any problem she might have. While she is seen as a thief in the eyes of the others, he sees someone who can change, and is striving to help her do so.It's been far too long since he's seen her, and wishes her all the best.

:<span style="color: #33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Nahare Mergrey]]''' - A spunky and somewhat hotheaded Limsan born Seeker, the Miqo'te dresses in clothes finally, much to Nazyl's relief. Her intentions are always good natured, and she's very relatable to him. Her mannerisms have him referring to her as a sister more than a friend, and has become rather protective of her, even though she doesn't need it.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Sharon Broadaxe]]''' - A highlander who Nazyl has traveled with to the ends of Eorzea and back. While she's stubborn to a fault and tends to put her emotions first before thinking, she's extremely caring and puts the lalafell before any of her own desires. A master of the axe, she can cleave three adult dragons in twain with but a single stroke, her strength equal only to her hotheadedness. Sworn to each other as siblings, the two face off against the enemies of Eorzea, axe and shield always at the ready.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Bethany Drennstead]]''' - Captain of the Nightshade Corsairs, who only likes others to refer to her as 'Violet'. Draped in clothes dyed the color of her namesake, she commands a powerful presence wherever she finds herself. Unlike many pirates who rely on blades or guns, her own body is a weapon in itself, her fists enough to break the bones of a hardy Roegadyn. This is not to say she doesn't use weapons...as pirates are not wont to fight fairly. If he's ever in purple gear, you can bet he's doing something for the captain.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Shoshopu Shopu]]''' - A Dunsefolk woman that practices arcanima, a frequent attendee of the Runestone and healer for the Grindstone, magic seems to be her prime interest. Good thing then that Nazyl himself seeks to learn more about it, and who other than a master of it? The boy met her while dueling for glory in the Grindstone, and she would heal him often after each bout, eventually simply talking like good friends. Learning she was part of a company he was present in the past brought back unsavory memories, and learned many of the fates of his former comrades. She seems like a good girl, and he admires her attachment to a certain Roegadyn. They almost seem like family...

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Mikh'a Korofi]]''' - An odd Miqo'te male that at first glance, doesn't seem to be a leader of any sort. Shy, softspoken, and quick to panic and apologize, this young man in fact holds a high position in the Dauntless company, and several respect him as such. Nazyl thinks there might be a hidden power to the man he hasn't seen yet. Sasazi's attachment to the man drew Nazyl closer to learn more about him, confiding in him about his own problems.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Seitsuda Gladepetal]]''' - A big goof of a Raen male, this tall imposing figure is perhaps the most softhearted and least aggressive person Nazyl has ever met...and that's not a bad thing. He stumbles over his words often, and shies away from conflict in a normal setting. Though there is another side to him, a serious, quiet, and strangely bold warrior that awakens when loved ones are in danger, belying his general personality. Nazyl respects this immensely, and awaits the day he can see that side again.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Y'amra Tia]]''' - A perpetually shirtless Miqo'te monster hunter who isn't afraid to show off. He wields a greatsword with ease, and looks to be at home with carving up beasts rather than drawing their attention. The light hearted and whimsical personality he has reminds Nazyl of an older time, in fact, the Miqo'te is just like...

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Tsaganarii Dhoro]]''' - A doman Xaela whose speech patterns indicate she isn't fluent in Eorzean. She is a hardy woman that's no stranger to combat, and a personality that he can only consider as 'bubbly', for lack of a better term. He knows very little about her, but he feels that might change in the coming days.
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=== <div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#336600;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center><span class="mw-headline">Enemies & Rivals</span></center></div> ===

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<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Rumours'''</div><div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#668800;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Easily Overheard Rumours'''''</span></div>
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> "Who? Oh him. Yeah he doesn't show up too much these suns, peiste probably ate him, good riddance." - Brass Blade

:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> "He doesn't show up in the cities for money anymore....not in that kind of gear. I reckon he struck it rich somewhere, I'd like to know where..." - Shroud Worker

<div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#338800;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Somewhat Difficult To Overhear Rumours'''''</span></div>
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> "He's quick with a blade and shield, almost a natural. Saw that blue gumdrop disarm and kill four giants in a blizzard, all at once. Now that's something I would see Ishgardian elites do." - Fledgling Adventurer

:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> "Bloody pointy eared little shite thinks he can waltz around and preach what justice is. He doesn't know how this world works." - Ishgardian Noble

<div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#336600;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Rarely Overheard Rumours'''''</span></div>
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> "For some reason, he gets...twitchy when you mention the word Dreadwyrm. Why is that?" - Seasoned Adventurer

:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> "A sword? He had a lance before. Now you say he had a rod? Knives? Next you're going to tell me he can string a bow and shoot spears out of it....why does your face look like that?" - Meddling Merchant

<div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#333300;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''<span style="font-size:small;">''Player Character Rumours''</span>'''</div>
:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "A true friend with a huge heart. I owe him so much after such a small time. He truly is one of those heroes from a Bard's tale." - [[Alex Castell]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "A man I would consider a very close brother...he may be small, but his heart is bigger than the whole world. Aye, this brother will be sung in tales and stories. A true hero. An ''Onion Knight''." - [[Akama Kharn]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "It's been quite some time since I've seen that brother. He spoke often of a great darkness, I wish I had heeded that warning. I hope his journeys are well, for I cannot guarantee they will be should we cross paths. Fury, keep watch over him." - [[Orenji Kharn]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "EUGH. ASK US NOTHING ABOUT THE TERRIFYING GOD-EATING ONION." - [[Miasma]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "Nazyl has, an' always will be, me big brotha. Tha man has looked aftah me through countless situations." - [[Nahare Mergrey]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "The good ones avoid needless conflict 'n' bloodshed. Nazyl? Hes one o' those. Little man could hold steel to m'throat and I'd feel perfectly safe, knowin' he wouldn't slit it 'less I gave him cause." - [[Osric Melkire]]

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==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''History/Timeline'''</div>==
Nazyl comes from the islands far south of Eorzea, where many Lalafells originated. Working as a farmhand for fifteen years, he led a simple life with dreams of one day being a mighty hero, leading a group of young Lalafellin boys into caves and forests with little more than twigs to fight imaginary monsters. He was a prankster that liked to show the boys a good time tipping Aldgoats, putting spices in people's breakfast, and other harmless jokes that tended to get him in trouble. While he grew up, he was taught humility and manners by his parents, who were strict, but wanted him to have a childhood. In his teens, he, along with the others in his little village, noticed a certain moon getting bigger...or was it getting closer?

As the moon Dalamud edged ever closer, Nazyl began to have strange dreams. One in particular, repeated several times and became clearer and clearer over the course of his teen years, involving a great light, and a great darkness, and the silhouette of a spiked warrior siding with the light, about to clash with the darkness. The dream always ended right before the clash, and the boy would wake up in a cold sweat. It was clearest on that fateful day, when the Battle of Carteneau took place. After Nazyl had awoken from his dream, he took to the orchards to pick fruits for his family, and hefted the sack toward his home after he was done. The moon was closer than it had ever been in years....and then the unthinkable happened.
It exploded.
Nazyl watched in both awe and horror as the red moon was dismantled, and from its remains a great dragon, one told in legend, threw itself into the sky and lit up the night air. Fire destroyed everything around it, and it was as if the world itself shuddered in response. Trees died, plants wilted, and the villagers ran screaming for their lives. A piece of the destruction, Mega-flare, made its way to the tiny village, planting a fiery crystal smack dab in the middle of it. It was a night Nazyl would never forget.

Five years had past since the calamity, and the young Lalafell was ready to depart. In the garb the village guards wore, he took up a rusted sword his father had kept for personal safety. After saying his tearful goodbyes to his parents, he told the village he would return bearing fortune and fame, promising he would be a great hero. He set north in a trade ship to Eorzea, where he would be bound for Ul'dah. It wasn't until he arrived that he found out keeping his promise was harder than he ever thought possible.

When he arrived in the desert, the heat was enough to make him pass out on the caravan, where he dreamt clearly of his vision before. The shadowed knight, throwing himself against a black void, with light behind him burning bright. He questioned its meaning yet again as he awoke in a sweat, now at the gates of the great city. He brushed it off and began showing himself off to the people, taking up jobs to rid the gates of pests such as marmots and the like. He charged outside with no knowledge on how to fight, and was trounced by the critters before he could raise his weapon. The refugees staying outside the city took him in and nursed him back to health, since the Brass Blades would leave him for dead. When he was able to walk again, he decided to take up a pick and help the poor gain income for housing to repay them for taking care of him. He became a skilled miner and had taken to selling his work for profit to help him along. As a side job, he puts himself out as an escort to protect supply caravans or take out pests, and is slowly becoming better at swordsmanship. A wanderer wearing his heart on his sleeve, he travels the realm in hopes of quelling what darkness may hide beneath it.

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Ishgard threw open their gates, and a more mature Nazyl was among the first wave of adventurers to storm the city in earnest. Leaving behind those he knew, he embarked on a journey of self reflection and meditation, alone in the untamed wilderness that was Coerthas, Dravania, and Abalathia's Spine. It's been moons, but the Lalafell returns once again to society, eager to share his stories with old and new friends alike. Draped in ancient Ishgardian armor, he seeks an end to the Dragonsong War by any means necessary, whether the enemy is dragons, or Ishgardians...or both, he will stop at nothing to achieve lasting peace on all of Eorzea, and Hydaelyn beyond.

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Footnotes'''</div>==
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vW8ol3X9Ep0 Touched by Courage and Pride]''

'''Alignment''': Neutral Good

Nazyl Tharazyl

2016-04-18T23:48:47Z

ZexamleTheGreat: /* Favorites */

{{Infobox-character
| name = Nazyl Tharazyl
| image = Nazyl Illustration commission.jpg
| imagewidth = 401x546
| caption = "Who's readeh ta go huntin'?."
| title = General Monster Hunter
| gender = Male
| citizenship = Wanderer
| race = Lalafell
| clan = Plainsfolk
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 22
| stat_2 = Sexuality
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Proud Adventurer
| stat_4 = Guardian
| stat_4_value = Halone, The Fury
| stat_5 = Namesday
| stat_5_value = 8th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon
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== <div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Character'''</div> ==
<div><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color:#33BB00;">'''<span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;">General</span>'''</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;">
Nazyl is a Lalafell of simple origins, and thus leads a simple lifestyle, never giving much thought to his existence. He wanders from place to place, making gil by mining or protecting others, believing that his destiny is to become a great hero. With his faithful chocobo Turyl by his side, he takes on the world in all its beauty, and its danger.

</span></span></span><br/></div><div><br/><br/><span style="font-size:medium;"><font color="#33BB00" face="Arial"><span style="line-height: 16px;">'''Appearance'''</span></font></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;">
Nazyl stands at about 3'4", slightly taller than most other Lalafells, tanned skin, and boasts a better body for physical work, his muscles (as much as a Lalafell can have) are defined, allowing him the energy for a long day of work. Earthen brown hair is grown long, going to his shoulders, and comes down into two bushy mutton chops on his cheeks, which he is immensely proud of. Freckles dot his face and slightly darkened nose, and a blood red symbol is painted across his face, going over his verdant eyes. It's the mark of a Behemoth in his village, a symbol of strength. What he wears goes with what he's doing for the day. When he mines, he dresses in heavy dark blue cloth, padded and plated to prevent harm, lantern and hammers at his side. He usually dons a metal helmet with a light for dark caves and the like. For battle, he wears a myriad of different armor and leathers, each suited to his style of combat, for sword, spear, dagger, whatever is needed. . He occasionally slips into his Onion armor, for old time's sake.

</span></span><br/></div><div><br/><br/><span style="font-size:medium;"><font color="#33BB00" face="Arial"><span style="line-height: 16px;">'''Behaviour'''</span></font></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;">
Nazyl is very friendly and optimistic, not afraid to walk up and start chatting with another. He speaks in a thick country accent, which tends to throw people off, and has trouble pronouncing words over three syllables long. He's rather simple minded, and is easily tricked into schemes and traps, but has a strong sense of justice, and will do absolutely anything to protect those he cares about. He's not much for starting unnecessary conflicts, and has a weakness for women, going out of his way to seem like a gentleman, which of course has made a love life of any kind difficult to obtain. To him however, family and friends matter more than anything in the world, the extra things in life can come later. Filled with wanderlust and curiosity for the unknown, he is very unlikely to settle in one place for long.

Recent events have made him into a hardened man, and guilt strains his face. He might not seem as boisterous as before, but his childlike spirit lurks somewhere under the surface.

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== <div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Combat'''</div> ==
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Much has happened over the course of his life in Eorzea, and in his quest for heroism, he's trained among some of the best fighters the realm over. Armed with the knowledge of paladins and other shieldbearers, he willfully takes up arms against darkness and its minions, fighting with far more skill than he ever hoped to achieve. In time he has become accustomed to the spear and daggers, and is now practicing magic. His dreams of being an Onion Knight of legend will come true if his determination keeps him onward.

In light of discovering more about himself, he's become a stalwart pillar against the darkness. The Voidsent to be specific, and has trained in measures solely to combat them. Lithe and hardhitting, he makes a terrible enemy to those who dwell in the dark.

His delving into the Wolves' Den had given him a knack for fighting men, and uses two different styles of fighting when going against the six races, even going so far as to change out equipment.

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<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;">~Elaboration will come after more RP~</span>

== <div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Tendencies'''</div> ==
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:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Good food
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Friends and family
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Sparring
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Keeping busy
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Physical work, though he's not entirely disliking of mental learning
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Has a penchant for wearing ridiculous looking attire.

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:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Conflict
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Wild animals larger than he is
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Being the weak one
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Goobbues
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> The Void

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:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Mining
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Learning skills at an unusual speed
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Cooking
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Mending relationships
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Loves to participate in tournaments, even holds a champion title in the Grindstone. There's no better place to learn all the different styles of other people.
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=== <div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#333300;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center><span class="mw-headline">Favorites</span></center></div> ===
:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Food/Drink''': Onion soup (for the sole reason that Onion Armor exists) and pineapple juice.

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Place''': Dravanian Forelands.

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Weather''': Sunny, cloudy.

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Season''': Summer and Fall

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Color''': Red and blue

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Scents''': Whatever the Bismarck is cooking. (He would inform you that he speaks of the restaurant, not the whale)

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:<font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#33ff22;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing
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=== <div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#668800;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center><span class="mw-headline">Friends & Acquaintances</span></center></div><div style="border:0px solid; padding:8px;"> ===

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Onion Kid]]''' - A mysterious lalafell, draped in the same Onion armor that Nazyl himself wears. Skilled in the arts of the sword and shield, he's the pinnacle of what an Onion knight should be. Who he is, and why he's around is a mystery...even more mysterious is that no one he tells this to knows of the other lalafell. An illusion perhaps? No one knows, but Nazyl sees him as a sort of mentor figure....even if he isn't real.

:<span style="color:#f02311; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">♥ </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Sasazi Sazi]]''' - A shy dunesfolk girl Nazyl met during a Grindstone event. He waved her over after seeing her sitting alone for some time, and almost instantly they became fast friends. Assigned to be her bodyguard by the Dauntless, a band of former Flames turned adventurers, he vigilantly stays by her side. Recently confessing his feelings, he awaits the day they can eternally bond. A recent curse she took on however, put a stop to any plans he had with her, and now the only thing on his mind is purifying her body and soul from the taint that slowly kills her from the inside, by any means necessary.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[X'linwh Tia]]''' - A young Miqo'te Nazyl seemed to find often, a young man which reminds the Lalafell of one of his friends back home. After a tragic encounter in Stone Vigil, the Miqo'te, and one of Nazyl's first real friends, has died. The lalafell has sworn revenge on the dragon that killed him, and curses himself for not being able to protect him.

:<span style="color: #33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Alex Castell]]''' - A young Hyur woman Nazyl found while training with his group on an expedition to Coerthas, and proceeded to make himself known to her. He learned much about her, and became sympathetic to her story, more than willing to help her with any problem she might have. While she is seen as a thief in the eyes of the others, he sees someone who can change, and is striving to help her do so.

:<span style="color: #33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Nahare Mergrey]]''' - A spunky and somewhat hotheaded Limsan born Seeker, the Miqo'te dresses in clothes finally, much to Nazyl's relief. Her intentions are always good natured, and she's very relatable to him. Her mannerisms have him referring to her as a sister more than a friend, and has become rather protective of her, even though she doesn't need it.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Sharon Broadaxe]]''' - A highlander who Nazyl has traveled with to the ends of Eorzea and back. While she's stubborn to a fault and tends to put her emotions first before thinking, she's extremely caring and puts the lalafell before any of her own desires. A master of the axe, she can cleave three adult dragons in twain with but a single stroke, her strength equal only to her hotheadedness. Sworn to each other as siblings, the two face off against the enemies of Eorzea, axe and shield always at the ready.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Bethany Drennstead]]''' - Captain of the Nightshade Corsairs, who only likes others to refer to her as 'Violet'. Draped in clothes dyed the color of her namesake, she commands a powerful presence wherever she finds herself. Unlike many pirates who rely on blades or guns, her own body is a weapon in itself, her fists enough to break the bones of a hardy Roegadyn. This is not to say she doesn't use weapons...as pirates are not wont to fight fairly. If he's ever in purple gear, you can bet he's doing something for the captain.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Shoshopu Shopu]]''' - A Dunsefolk woman that practices arcanima, a frequent attendee of the Runestone and healer for the Grindstone, magic seems to be her prime interest. Good thing then that Nazyl himself seeks to learn more about it, and who other than a master of it? The boy met her while dueling for glory in the Grindstone, and she would heal him often after each bout, eventually simply talking like good friends. Learning she was part of a company he was present in the past brought back unsavory memories, and learned many of the fates of his former comrades. She seems like a good girl, and he admires her attachment to a certain Roegadyn. They almost seem like family...

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Mikh'a Korofi]]''' - An odd Miqo'te male that at first glance, doesn't seem to be a leader of any sort. Shy, softspoken, and quick to panic and apologize, this young man in fact holds a high position in the Dauntless company, and several respect him as such. Nazyl thinks there might be a hidden power to the man he hasn't seen yet. Sasazi's attachment to the man drew Nazyl closer to learn more about him, confiding in him about his own problems.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Seitsuda Gladepetal]]''' - A big goof of a Raen male, this tall imposing figure is perhaps the most softhearted and least aggressive person Nazyl has ever met...and that's not a bad thing. He stumbles over his words often, and shies away from conflict in a normal setting. Though there is another side to him, a serious, quiet, and strangely bold warrior that awakens when loved ones are in danger, belying his general personality. Nazyl respects this immensely, and awaits the day he can see that side again.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Y'amra Tia]]''' - A perpetually shirtless Miqo'te monster hunter who isn't afraid to show off. He wields a greatsword with ease, and looks to be at home with carving up beasts rather than drawing their attention. The light hearted and whimsical personality he has reminds Nazyl of an older time, in fact, the Miqo'te is just like...

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Tsaganarii Dhoro]]''' - A doman Xaela whose speech patterns indicate she isn't fluent in Eorzean. She is a hardy woman that's no stranger to combat, and a personality that he can only consider as 'bubbly', for lack of a better term. He knows very little about her, but he feels that might change in the coming days.
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<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Rumours'''</div><div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#668800;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Easily Overheard Rumours'''''</span></div>
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> "Who? Oh him. Yeah he doesn't show up too much these suns, peiste probably ate him, good riddance." - Brass Blade

:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> "He doesn't show up in the cities for money anymore....not in that kind of gear. I reckon he struck it rich somewhere, I'd like to know where..." - Shroud Worker

<div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#338800;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Somewhat Difficult To Overhear Rumours'''''</span></div>
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> "He's quick with a blade and shield, almost a natural. Saw that blue gumdrop disarm and kill four giants in a blizzard, all at once. Now that's something I would see Ishgardian elites do." - Fledgling Adventurer

:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> "Bloody pointy eared little shite thinks he can waltz around and preach what justice is. He doesn't know how this world works." - Ishgardian Noble

<div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#336600;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Rarely Overheard Rumours'''''</span></div>
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> "For some reason, he gets...twitchy when you mention the word Dreadwyrm. Why is that?" - Seasoned Adventurer

:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> "A sword? He had a lance before. Now you say he had a rod? Knives? Next you're going to tell me he can string a bow and shoot spears out of it....why does your face look like that?" - Meddling Merchant

<div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#333300;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''<span style="font-size:small;">''Player Character Rumours''</span>'''</div>
:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "A true friend with a huge heart. I owe him so much after such a small time. He truly is one of those heroes from a Bard's tale." - [[Alex Castell]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "A man I would consider a very close brother...he may be small, but his heart is bigger than the whole world. Aye, this brother will be sung in tales and stories. A true hero. An ''Onion Knight''." - [[Akama Kharn]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "It's been quite some time since I've seen that brother. He spoke often of a great darkness, I wish I had heeded that warning. I hope his journeys are well, for I cannot guarantee they will be should we cross paths. Fury, keep watch over him." - [[Orenji Kharn]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "EUGH. ASK US NOTHING ABOUT THE TERRIFYING GOD-EATING ONION." - [[Miasma]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "Nazyl has, an' always will be, me big brotha. Tha man has looked aftah me through countless situations." - [[Nahare Mergrey]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "The good ones avoid needless conflict 'n' bloodshed. Nazyl? Hes one o' those. Little man could hold steel to m'throat and I'd feel perfectly safe, knowin' he wouldn't slit it 'less I gave him cause." - [[Osric Melkire]]

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==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''History/Timeline'''</div>==
Nazyl comes from the islands far south of Eorzea, where many Lalafells originated. Working as a farmhand for fifteen years, he led a simple life with dreams of one day being a mighty hero, leading a group of young Lalafellin boys into caves and forests with little more than twigs to fight imaginary monsters. He was a prankster that liked to show the boys a good time tipping Aldgoats, putting spices in people's breakfast, and other harmless jokes that tended to get him in trouble. While he grew up, he was taught humility and manners by his parents, who were strict, but wanted him to have a childhood. In his teens, he, along with the others in his little village, noticed a certain moon getting bigger...or was it getting closer?

As the moon Dalamud edged ever closer, Nazyl began to have strange dreams. One in particular, repeated several times and became clearer and clearer over the course of his teen years, involving a great light, and a great darkness, and the silhouette of a spiked warrior siding with the light, about to clash with the darkness. The dream always ended right before the clash, and the boy would wake up in a cold sweat. It was clearest on that fateful day, when the Battle of Carteneau took place. After Nazyl had awoken from his dream, he took to the orchards to pick fruits for his family, and hefted the sack toward his home after he was done. The moon was closer than it had ever been in years....and then the unthinkable happened.
It exploded.
Nazyl watched in both awe and horror as the red moon was dismantled, and from its remains a great dragon, one told in legend, threw itself into the sky and lit up the night air. Fire destroyed everything around it, and it was as if the world itself shuddered in response. Trees died, plants wilted, and the villagers ran screaming for their lives. A piece of the destruction, Mega-flare, made its way to the tiny village, planting a fiery crystal smack dab in the middle of it. It was a night Nazyl would never forget.

Five years had past since the calamity, and the young Lalafell was ready to depart. In the garb the village guards wore, he took up a rusted sword his father had kept for personal safety. After saying his tearful goodbyes to his parents, he told the village he would return bearing fortune and fame, promising he would be a great hero. He set north in a trade ship to Eorzea, where he would be bound for Ul'dah. It wasn't until he arrived that he found out keeping his promise was harder than he ever thought possible.

When he arrived in the desert, the heat was enough to make him pass out on the caravan, where he dreamt clearly of his vision before. The shadowed knight, throwing himself against a black void, with light behind him burning bright. He questioned its meaning yet again as he awoke in a sweat, now at the gates of the great city. He brushed it off and began showing himself off to the people, taking up jobs to rid the gates of pests such as marmots and the like. He charged outside with no knowledge on how to fight, and was trounced by the critters before he could raise his weapon. The refugees staying outside the city took him in and nursed him back to health, since the Brass Blades would leave him for dead. When he was able to walk again, he decided to take up a pick and help the poor gain income for housing to repay them for taking care of him. He became a skilled miner and had taken to selling his work for profit to help him along. As a side job, he puts himself out as an escort to protect supply caravans or take out pests, and is slowly becoming better at swordsmanship. A wanderer wearing his heart on his sleeve, he travels the realm in hopes of quelling what darkness may hide beneath it.

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Ishgard threw open their gates, and a more mature Nazyl was among the first wave of adventurers to storm the city in earnest. Leaving behind those he knew, he embarked on a journey of self reflection and meditation, alone in the untamed wilderness that was Coerthas, Dravania, and Abalathia's Spine. It's been moons, but the Lalafell returns once again to society, eager to share his stories with old and new friends alike. Draped in ancient Ishgardian armor, he seeks an end to the Dragonsong War by any means necessary, whether the enemy is dragons, or Ishgardians...or both, he will stop at nothing to achieve lasting peace on all of Eorzea, and Hydaelyn beyond.

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Footnotes'''</div>==
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vW8ol3X9Ep0 Touched by Courage and Pride]''

'''Alignment''': Neutral Good

Nazyl Tharazyl

2016-04-18T23:48:05Z

ZexamleTheGreat: /* Combat */

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Nazyl is a Lalafell of simple origins, and thus leads a simple lifestyle, never giving much thought to his existence. He wanders from place to place, making gil by mining or protecting others, believing that his destiny is to become a great hero. With his faithful chocobo Turyl by his side, he takes on the world in all its beauty, and its danger.

</span></span></span><br/></div><div><br/><br/><span style="font-size:medium;"><font color="#33BB00" face="Arial"><span style="line-height: 16px;">'''Appearance'''</span></font></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;">
Nazyl stands at about 3'4", slightly taller than most other Lalafells, tanned skin, and boasts a better body for physical work, his muscles (as much as a Lalafell can have) are defined, allowing him the energy for a long day of work. Earthen brown hair is grown long, going to his shoulders, and comes down into two bushy mutton chops on his cheeks, which he is immensely proud of. Freckles dot his face and slightly darkened nose, and a blood red symbol is painted across his face, going over his verdant eyes. It's the mark of a Behemoth in his village, a symbol of strength. What he wears goes with what he's doing for the day. When he mines, he dresses in heavy dark blue cloth, padded and plated to prevent harm, lantern and hammers at his side. He usually dons a metal helmet with a light for dark caves and the like. For battle, he wears a myriad of different armor and leathers, each suited to his style of combat, for sword, spear, dagger, whatever is needed. . He occasionally slips into his Onion armor, for old time's sake.

</span></span><br/></div><div><br/><br/><span style="font-size:medium;"><font color="#33BB00" face="Arial"><span style="line-height: 16px;">'''Behaviour'''</span></font></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;">
Nazyl is very friendly and optimistic, not afraid to walk up and start chatting with another. He speaks in a thick country accent, which tends to throw people off, and has trouble pronouncing words over three syllables long. He's rather simple minded, and is easily tricked into schemes and traps, but has a strong sense of justice, and will do absolutely anything to protect those he cares about. He's not much for starting unnecessary conflicts, and has a weakness for women, going out of his way to seem like a gentleman, which of course has made a love life of any kind difficult to obtain. To him however, family and friends matter more than anything in the world, the extra things in life can come later. Filled with wanderlust and curiosity for the unknown, he is very unlikely to settle in one place for long.

Recent events have made him into a hardened man, and guilt strains his face. He might not seem as boisterous as before, but his childlike spirit lurks somewhere under the surface.

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== <div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Combat'''</div> ==
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Much has happened over the course of his life in Eorzea, and in his quest for heroism, he's trained among some of the best fighters the realm over. Armed with the knowledge of paladins and other shieldbearers, he willfully takes up arms against darkness and its minions, fighting with far more skill than he ever hoped to achieve. In time he has become accustomed to the spear and daggers, and is now practicing magic. His dreams of being an Onion Knight of legend will come true if his determination keeps him onward.

In light of discovering more about himself, he's become a stalwart pillar against the darkness. The Voidsent to be specific, and has trained in measures solely to combat them. Lithe and hardhitting, he makes a terrible enemy to those who dwell in the dark.

His delving into the Wolves' Den had given him a knack for fighting men, and uses two different styles of fighting when going against the six races, even going so far as to change out equipment.

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<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;">~Elaboration will come after more RP~</span>

== <div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Tendencies'''</div> ==
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:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Good food
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Friends and family
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Sparring
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Keeping busy
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Physical work, though he's not entirely disliking of mental learning
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Has a penchant for wearing ridiculous looking attire.

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:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Conflict
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Wild animals larger than he is
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Being the weak one
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Goobbues
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> The Void

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:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Mining
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Learning skills at an unusual speed
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Cooking
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Mending relationships
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Loves to participate in tournaments, even holds a champion title in the Grindstone. There's no better place to learn all the different styles of other people.
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:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Food/Drink''': Onion soup (for the sole reason that Onion Armor exists) and pineapple juice.

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Place''': Dravanian hinterlands, Sharlayan.

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Weather''': Sunny, cloudy.

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Season''': Summer and Fall

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Color''': Red and blue

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Scents''': Whatever the Bismarck is cooking. (He would inform you that he speaks of the restaurant, not the whale)

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:<font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#33ff22;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing
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:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Onion Kid]]''' - A mysterious lalafell, draped in the same Onion armor that Nazyl himself wears. Skilled in the arts of the sword and shield, he's the pinnacle of what an Onion knight should be. Who he is, and why he's around is a mystery...even more mysterious is that no one he tells this to knows of the other lalafell. An illusion perhaps? No one knows, but Nazyl sees him as a sort of mentor figure....even if he isn't real.

:<span style="color:#f02311; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">♥ </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Sasazi Sazi]]''' - A shy dunesfolk girl Nazyl met during a Grindstone event. He waved her over after seeing her sitting alone for some time, and almost instantly they became fast friends. Assigned to be her bodyguard by the Dauntless, a band of former Flames turned adventurers, he vigilantly stays by her side. Recently confessing his feelings, he awaits the day they can eternally bond. A recent curse she took on however, put a stop to any plans he had with her, and now the only thing on his mind is purifying her body and soul from the taint that slowly kills her from the inside, by any means necessary.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[X'linwh Tia]]''' - A young Miqo'te Nazyl seemed to find often, a young man which reminds the Lalafell of one of his friends back home. After a tragic encounter in Stone Vigil, the Miqo'te, and one of Nazyl's first real friends, has died. The lalafell has sworn revenge on the dragon that killed him, and curses himself for not being able to protect him.

:<span style="color: #33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Alex Castell]]''' - A young Hyur woman Nazyl found while training with his group on an expedition to Coerthas, and proceeded to make himself known to her. He learned much about her, and became sympathetic to her story, more than willing to help her with any problem she might have. While she is seen as a thief in the eyes of the others, he sees someone who can change, and is striving to help her do so.

:<span style="color: #33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Nahare Mergrey]]''' - A spunky and somewhat hotheaded Limsan born Seeker, the Miqo'te dresses in clothes finally, much to Nazyl's relief. Her intentions are always good natured, and she's very relatable to him. Her mannerisms have him referring to her as a sister more than a friend, and has become rather protective of her, even though she doesn't need it.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Sharon Broadaxe]]''' - A highlander who Nazyl has traveled with to the ends of Eorzea and back. While she's stubborn to a fault and tends to put her emotions first before thinking, she's extremely caring and puts the lalafell before any of her own desires. A master of the axe, she can cleave three adult dragons in twain with but a single stroke, her strength equal only to her hotheadedness. Sworn to each other as siblings, the two face off against the enemies of Eorzea, axe and shield always at the ready.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Bethany Drennstead]]''' - Captain of the Nightshade Corsairs, who only likes others to refer to her as 'Violet'. Draped in clothes dyed the color of her namesake, she commands a powerful presence wherever she finds herself. Unlike many pirates who rely on blades or guns, her own body is a weapon in itself, her fists enough to break the bones of a hardy Roegadyn. This is not to say she doesn't use weapons...as pirates are not wont to fight fairly. If he's ever in purple gear, you can bet he's doing something for the captain.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Shoshopu Shopu]]''' - A Dunsefolk woman that practices arcanima, a frequent attendee of the Runestone and healer for the Grindstone, magic seems to be her prime interest. Good thing then that Nazyl himself seeks to learn more about it, and who other than a master of it? The boy met her while dueling for glory in the Grindstone, and she would heal him often after each bout, eventually simply talking like good friends. Learning she was part of a company he was present in the past brought back unsavory memories, and learned many of the fates of his former comrades. She seems like a good girl, and he admires her attachment to a certain Roegadyn. They almost seem like family...

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Mikh'a Korofi]]''' - An odd Miqo'te male that at first glance, doesn't seem to be a leader of any sort. Shy, softspoken, and quick to panic and apologize, this young man in fact holds a high position in the Dauntless company, and several respect him as such. Nazyl thinks there might be a hidden power to the man he hasn't seen yet. Sasazi's attachment to the man drew Nazyl closer to learn more about him, confiding in him about his own problems.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Seitsuda Gladepetal]]''' - A big goof of a Raen male, this tall imposing figure is perhaps the most softhearted and least aggressive person Nazyl has ever met...and that's not a bad thing. He stumbles over his words often, and shies away from conflict in a normal setting. Though there is another side to him, a serious, quiet, and strangely bold warrior that awakens when loved ones are in danger, belying his general personality. Nazyl respects this immensely, and awaits the day he can see that side again.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Y'amra Tia]]''' - A perpetually shirtless Miqo'te monster hunter who isn't afraid to show off. He wields a greatsword with ease, and looks to be at home with carving up beasts rather than drawing their attention. The light hearted and whimsical personality he has reminds Nazyl of an older time, in fact, the Miqo'te is just like...

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Tsaganarii Dhoro]]''' - A doman Xaela whose speech patterns indicate she isn't fluent in Eorzean. She is a hardy woman that's no stranger to combat, and a personality that he can only consider as 'bubbly', for lack of a better term. He knows very little about her, but he feels that might change in the coming days.
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<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Rumours'''</div><div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#668800;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Easily Overheard Rumours'''''</span></div>
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> "Who? Oh him. Yeah he doesn't show up too much these suns, peiste probably ate him, good riddance." - Brass Blade

:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> "He doesn't show up in the cities for money anymore....not in that kind of gear. I reckon he struck it rich somewhere, I'd like to know where..." - Shroud Worker

<div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#338800;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Somewhat Difficult To Overhear Rumours'''''</span></div>
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> "He's quick with a blade and shield, almost a natural. Saw that blue gumdrop disarm and kill four giants in a blizzard, all at once. Now that's something I would see Ishgardian elites do." - Fledgling Adventurer

:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> "Bloody pointy eared little shite thinks he can waltz around and preach what justice is. He doesn't know how this world works." - Ishgardian Noble

<div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#336600;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Rarely Overheard Rumours'''''</span></div>
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> "For some reason, he gets...twitchy when you mention the word Dreadwyrm. Why is that?" - Seasoned Adventurer

:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> "A sword? He had a lance before. Now you say he had a rod? Knives? Next you're going to tell me he can string a bow and shoot spears out of it....why does your face look like that?" - Meddling Merchant

<div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#333300;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''<span style="font-size:small;">''Player Character Rumours''</span>'''</div>
:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "A true friend with a huge heart. I owe him so much after such a small time. He truly is one of those heroes from a Bard's tale." - [[Alex Castell]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "A man I would consider a very close brother...he may be small, but his heart is bigger than the whole world. Aye, this brother will be sung in tales and stories. A true hero. An ''Onion Knight''." - [[Akama Kharn]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "It's been quite some time since I've seen that brother. He spoke often of a great darkness, I wish I had heeded that warning. I hope his journeys are well, for I cannot guarantee they will be should we cross paths. Fury, keep watch over him." - [[Orenji Kharn]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "EUGH. ASK US NOTHING ABOUT THE TERRIFYING GOD-EATING ONION." - [[Miasma]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "Nazyl has, an' always will be, me big brotha. Tha man has looked aftah me through countless situations." - [[Nahare Mergrey]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "The good ones avoid needless conflict 'n' bloodshed. Nazyl? Hes one o' those. Little man could hold steel to m'throat and I'd feel perfectly safe, knowin' he wouldn't slit it 'less I gave him cause." - [[Osric Melkire]]

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==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''History/Timeline'''</div>==
Nazyl comes from the islands far south of Eorzea, where many Lalafells originated. Working as a farmhand for fifteen years, he led a simple life with dreams of one day being a mighty hero, leading a group of young Lalafellin boys into caves and forests with little more than twigs to fight imaginary monsters. He was a prankster that liked to show the boys a good time tipping Aldgoats, putting spices in people's breakfast, and other harmless jokes that tended to get him in trouble. While he grew up, he was taught humility and manners by his parents, who were strict, but wanted him to have a childhood. In his teens, he, along with the others in his little village, noticed a certain moon getting bigger...or was it getting closer?

As the moon Dalamud edged ever closer, Nazyl began to have strange dreams. One in particular, repeated several times and became clearer and clearer over the course of his teen years, involving a great light, and a great darkness, and the silhouette of a spiked warrior siding with the light, about to clash with the darkness. The dream always ended right before the clash, and the boy would wake up in a cold sweat. It was clearest on that fateful day, when the Battle of Carteneau took place. After Nazyl had awoken from his dream, he took to the orchards to pick fruits for his family, and hefted the sack toward his home after he was done. The moon was closer than it had ever been in years....and then the unthinkable happened.
It exploded.
Nazyl watched in both awe and horror as the red moon was dismantled, and from its remains a great dragon, one told in legend, threw itself into the sky and lit up the night air. Fire destroyed everything around it, and it was as if the world itself shuddered in response. Trees died, plants wilted, and the villagers ran screaming for their lives. A piece of the destruction, Mega-flare, made its way to the tiny village, planting a fiery crystal smack dab in the middle of it. It was a night Nazyl would never forget.

Five years had past since the calamity, and the young Lalafell was ready to depart. In the garb the village guards wore, he took up a rusted sword his father had kept for personal safety. After saying his tearful goodbyes to his parents, he told the village he would return bearing fortune and fame, promising he would be a great hero. He set north in a trade ship to Eorzea, where he would be bound for Ul'dah. It wasn't until he arrived that he found out keeping his promise was harder than he ever thought possible.

When he arrived in the desert, the heat was enough to make him pass out on the caravan, where he dreamt clearly of his vision before. The shadowed knight, throwing himself against a black void, with light behind him burning bright. He questioned its meaning yet again as he awoke in a sweat, now at the gates of the great city. He brushed it off and began showing himself off to the people, taking up jobs to rid the gates of pests such as marmots and the like. He charged outside with no knowledge on how to fight, and was trounced by the critters before he could raise his weapon. The refugees staying outside the city took him in and nursed him back to health, since the Brass Blades would leave him for dead. When he was able to walk again, he decided to take up a pick and help the poor gain income for housing to repay them for taking care of him. He became a skilled miner and had taken to selling his work for profit to help him along. As a side job, he puts himself out as an escort to protect supply caravans or take out pests, and is slowly becoming better at swordsmanship. A wanderer wearing his heart on his sleeve, he travels the realm in hopes of quelling what darkness may hide beneath it.

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Ishgard threw open their gates, and a more mature Nazyl was among the first wave of adventurers to storm the city in earnest. Leaving behind those he knew, he embarked on a journey of self reflection and meditation, alone in the untamed wilderness that was Coerthas, Dravania, and Abalathia's Spine. It's been moons, but the Lalafell returns once again to society, eager to share his stories with old and new friends alike. Draped in ancient Ishgardian armor, he seeks an end to the Dragonsong War by any means necessary, whether the enemy is dragons, or Ishgardians...or both, he will stop at nothing to achieve lasting peace on all of Eorzea, and Hydaelyn beyond.

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Footnotes'''</div>==
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vW8ol3X9Ep0 Touched by Courage and Pride]''

'''Alignment''': Neutral Good

Nazyl Tharazyl

2016-04-18T23:44:11Z

ZexamleTheGreat:

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| image = Nazyl Illustration commission.jpg
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| caption = "Who's readeh ta go huntin'?."
| title = General Monster Hunter
| gender = Male
| citizenship = Wanderer
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| clan = Plainsfolk
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| stat_2_value = Heterosexual
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Proud Adventurer
| stat_4 = Guardian
| stat_4_value = Halone, The Fury
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== <div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Character'''</div> ==
<div><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color:#33BB00;">'''<span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;">General</span>'''</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;">
Nazyl is a Lalafell of simple origins, and thus leads a simple lifestyle, never giving much thought to his existence. He wanders from place to place, making gil by mining or protecting others, believing that his destiny is to become a great hero. With his faithful chocobo Turyl by his side, he takes on the world in all its beauty, and its danger.

</span></span></span><br/></div><div><br/><br/><span style="font-size:medium;"><font color="#33BB00" face="Arial"><span style="line-height: 16px;">'''Appearance'''</span></font></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;">
Nazyl stands at about 3'4", slightly taller than most other Lalafells, tanned skin, and boasts a better body for physical work, his muscles (as much as a Lalafell can have) are defined, allowing him the energy for a long day of work. Earthen brown hair is grown long, going to his shoulders, and comes down into two bushy mutton chops on his cheeks, which he is immensely proud of. Freckles dot his face and slightly darkened nose, and a blood red symbol is painted across his face, going over his verdant eyes. It's the mark of a Behemoth in his village, a symbol of strength. What he wears goes with what he's doing for the day. When he mines, he dresses in heavy dark blue cloth, padded and plated to prevent harm, lantern and hammers at his side. He usually dons a metal helmet with a light for dark caves and the like. For battle, he wears a myriad of different armor and leathers, each suited to his style of combat, for sword, spear, dagger, whatever is needed. . He occasionally slips into his Onion armor, for old time's sake.

</span></span><br/></div><div><br/><br/><span style="font-size:medium;"><font color="#33BB00" face="Arial"><span style="line-height: 16px;">'''Behaviour'''</span></font></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;">
Nazyl is very friendly and optimistic, not afraid to walk up and start chatting with another. He speaks in a thick country accent, which tends to throw people off, and has trouble pronouncing words over three syllables long. He's rather simple minded, and is easily tricked into schemes and traps, but has a strong sense of justice, and will do absolutely anything to protect those he cares about. He's not much for starting unnecessary conflicts, and has a weakness for women, going out of his way to seem like a gentleman, which of course has made a love life of any kind difficult to obtain. To him however, family and friends matter more than anything in the world, the extra things in life can come later. Filled with wanderlust and curiosity for the unknown, he is very unlikely to settle in one place for long.

Recent events have made him into a hardened man, and guilt strains his face. He might not seem as boisterous as before, but his childlike spirit lurks somewhere under the surface.

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== <div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Combat'''</div> ==
<span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;">
Much has happened over the course of his life in Eorzea, and in his quest for heroism, he's trained among some of the best fighters the realm over. Armed with the knowledge of paladins and other shieldbearers, he willfully takes up arms against darkness and its minions, fighting with far more skill than he ever hoped to achieve. In time he has become accustomed to the spear and daggers, and is now practicing magic. His dreams of being an Onion Knight of legend will come true if his determination keeps him onward.

In light of discovering more about himself, he's become a stalwart pillar against the darkness. The Voidsent to be specific, and has trained in measures solely to combat them. Lithe and hardhitting, he makes a terrible enemy to those who dwell in the dark.

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<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;">~Elaboration will come after more RP~</span>

== <div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Tendencies'''</div> ==
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:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Good food
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Friends and family
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Sparring
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Keeping busy
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Physical work, though he's not entirely disliking of mental learning
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Has a penchant for wearing ridiculous looking attire.

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:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Conflict
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Wild animals larger than he is
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Being the weak one
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Goobbues
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> The Void

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:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Mining
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Learning skills at an unusual speed
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Cooking
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Mending relationships
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Loves to participate in tournaments, even holds a champion title in the Grindstone. There's no better place to learn all the different styles of other people.
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=== <div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#333300;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center><span class="mw-headline">Favorites</span></center></div> ===
:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Food/Drink''': Onion soup (for the sole reason that Onion Armor exists) and pineapple juice.

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Place''': Dravanian hinterlands, Sharlayan.

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Weather''': Sunny, cloudy.

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Season''': Summer and Fall

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Color''': Red and blue

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Scents''': Whatever the Bismarck is cooking. (He would inform you that he speaks of the restaurant, not the whale)

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:<font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#33ff22;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing
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:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Onion Kid]]''' - A mysterious lalafell, draped in the same Onion armor that Nazyl himself wears. Skilled in the arts of the sword and shield, he's the pinnacle of what an Onion knight should be. Who he is, and why he's around is a mystery...even more mysterious is that no one he tells this to knows of the other lalafell. An illusion perhaps? No one knows, but Nazyl sees him as a sort of mentor figure....even if he isn't real.

:<span style="color:#f02311; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">♥ </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Sasazi Sazi]]''' - A shy dunesfolk girl Nazyl met during a Grindstone event. He waved her over after seeing her sitting alone for some time, and almost instantly they became fast friends. Assigned to be her bodyguard by the Dauntless, a band of former Flames turned adventurers, he vigilantly stays by her side. Recently confessing his feelings, he awaits the day they can eternally bond. A recent curse she took on however, put a stop to any plans he had with her, and now the only thing on his mind is purifying her body and soul from the taint that slowly kills her from the inside, by any means necessary.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[X'linwh Tia]]''' - A young Miqo'te Nazyl seemed to find often, a young man which reminds the Lalafell of one of his friends back home. After a tragic encounter in Stone Vigil, the Miqo'te, and one of Nazyl's first real friends, has died. The lalafell has sworn revenge on the dragon that killed him, and curses himself for not being able to protect him.

:<span style="color: #33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Alex Castell]]''' - A young Hyur woman Nazyl found while training with his group on an expedition to Coerthas, and proceeded to make himself known to her. He learned much about her, and became sympathetic to her story, more than willing to help her with any problem she might have. While she is seen as a thief in the eyes of the others, he sees someone who can change, and is striving to help her do so.

:<span style="color: #33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Nahare Mergrey]]''' - A spunky and somewhat hotheaded Limsan born Seeker, the Miqo'te dresses in clothes finally, much to Nazyl's relief. Her intentions are always good natured, and she's very relatable to him. Her mannerisms have him referring to her as a sister more than a friend, and has become rather protective of her, even though she doesn't need it.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Sharon Broadaxe]]''' - A highlander who Nazyl has traveled with to the ends of Eorzea and back. While she's stubborn to a fault and tends to put her emotions first before thinking, she's extremely caring and puts the lalafell before any of her own desires. A master of the axe, she can cleave three adult dragons in twain with but a single stroke, her strength equal only to her hotheadedness. Sworn to each other as siblings, the two face off against the enemies of Eorzea, axe and shield always at the ready.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Bethany Drennstead]]''' - Captain of the Nightshade Corsairs, who only likes others to refer to her as 'Violet'. Draped in clothes dyed the color of her namesake, she commands a powerful presence wherever she finds herself. Unlike many pirates who rely on blades or guns, her own body is a weapon in itself, her fists enough to break the bones of a hardy Roegadyn. This is not to say she doesn't use weapons...as pirates are not wont to fight fairly. If he's ever in purple gear, you can bet he's doing something for the captain.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Shoshopu Shopu]]''' - A Dunsefolk woman that practices arcanima, a frequent attendee of the Runestone and healer for the Grindstone, magic seems to be her prime interest. Good thing then that Nazyl himself seeks to learn more about it, and who other than a master of it? The boy met her while dueling for glory in the Grindstone, and she would heal him often after each bout, eventually simply talking like good friends. Learning she was part of a company he was present in the past brought back unsavory memories, and learned many of the fates of his former comrades. She seems like a good girl, and he admires her attachment to a certain Roegadyn. They almost seem like family...

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Mikh'a Korofi]]''' - An odd Miqo'te male that at first glance, doesn't seem to be a leader of any sort. Shy, softspoken, and quick to panic and apologize, this young man in fact holds a high position in the Dauntless company, and several respect him as such. Nazyl thinks there might be a hidden power to the man he hasn't seen yet. Sasazi's attachment to the man drew Nazyl closer to learn more about him, confiding in him about his own problems.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Seitsuda Gladepetal]]''' - A big goof of a Raen male, this tall imposing figure is perhaps the most softhearted and least aggressive person Nazyl has ever met...and that's not a bad thing. He stumbles over his words often, and shies away from conflict in a normal setting. Though there is another side to him, a serious, quiet, and strangely bold warrior that awakens when loved ones are in danger, belying his general personality. Nazyl respects this immensely, and awaits the day he can see that side again.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Y'amra Tia]]''' - A perpetually shirtless Miqo'te monster hunter who isn't afraid to show off. He wields a greatsword with ease, and looks to be at home with carving up beasts rather than drawing their attention. The light hearted and whimsical personality he has reminds Nazyl of an older time, in fact, the Miqo'te is just like...

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Tsaganarii Dhoro]]''' - A doman Xaela whose speech patterns indicate she isn't fluent in Eorzean. She is a hardy woman that's no stranger to combat, and a personality that he can only consider as 'bubbly', for lack of a better term. He knows very little about her, but he feels that might change in the coming days.
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<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Rumours'''</div><div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#668800;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Easily Overheard Rumours'''''</span></div>
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> "Who? Oh him. Yeah he doesn't show up too much these suns, peiste probably ate him, good riddance." - Brass Blade

:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> "He doesn't show up in the cities for money anymore....not in that kind of gear. I reckon he struck it rich somewhere, I'd like to know where..." - Shroud Worker

<div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#338800;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Somewhat Difficult To Overhear Rumours'''''</span></div>
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> "He's quick with a blade and shield, almost a natural. Saw that blue gumdrop disarm and kill four giants in a blizzard, all at once. Now that's something I would see Ishgardian elites do." - Fledgling Adventurer

:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> "Bloody pointy eared little shite thinks he can waltz around and preach what justice is. He doesn't know how this world works." - Ishgardian Noble

<div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#336600;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Rarely Overheard Rumours'''''</span></div>
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> "For some reason, he gets...twitchy when you mention the word Dreadwyrm. Why is that?" - Seasoned Adventurer

:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> "A sword? He had a lance before. Now you say he had a rod? Knives? Next you're going to tell me he can string a bow and shoot spears out of it....why does your face look like that?" - Meddling Merchant

<div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#333300;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''<span style="font-size:small;">''Player Character Rumours''</span>'''</div>
:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "A true friend with a huge heart. I owe him so much after such a small time. He truly is one of those heroes from a Bard's tale." - [[Alex Castell]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "A man I would consider a very close brother...he may be small, but his heart is bigger than the whole world. Aye, this brother will be sung in tales and stories. A true hero. An ''Onion Knight''." - [[Akama Kharn]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "It's been quite some time since I've seen that brother. He spoke often of a great darkness, I wish I had heeded that warning. I hope his journeys are well, for I cannot guarantee they will be should we cross paths. Fury, keep watch over him." - [[Orenji Kharn]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "EUGH. ASK US NOTHING ABOUT THE TERRIFYING GOD-EATING ONION." - [[Miasma]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "Nazyl has, an' always will be, me big brotha. Tha man has looked aftah me through countless situations." - [[Nahare Mergrey]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "The good ones avoid needless conflict 'n' bloodshed. Nazyl? Hes one o' those. Little man could hold steel to m'throat and I'd feel perfectly safe, knowin' he wouldn't slit it 'less I gave him cause." - [[Osric Melkire]]

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==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''History/Timeline'''</div>==
Nazyl comes from the islands far south of Eorzea, where many Lalafells originated. Working as a farmhand for fifteen years, he led a simple life with dreams of one day being a mighty hero, leading a group of young Lalafellin boys into caves and forests with little more than twigs to fight imaginary monsters. He was a prankster that liked to show the boys a good time tipping Aldgoats, putting spices in people's breakfast, and other harmless jokes that tended to get him in trouble. While he grew up, he was taught humility and manners by his parents, who were strict, but wanted him to have a childhood. In his teens, he, along with the others in his little village, noticed a certain moon getting bigger...or was it getting closer?

As the moon Dalamud edged ever closer, Nazyl began to have strange dreams. One in particular, repeated several times and became clearer and clearer over the course of his teen years, involving a great light, and a great darkness, and the silhouette of a spiked warrior siding with the light, about to clash with the darkness. The dream always ended right before the clash, and the boy would wake up in a cold sweat. It was clearest on that fateful day, when the Battle of Carteneau took place. After Nazyl had awoken from his dream, he took to the orchards to pick fruits for his family, and hefted the sack toward his home after he was done. The moon was closer than it had ever been in years....and then the unthinkable happened.
It exploded.
Nazyl watched in both awe and horror as the red moon was dismantled, and from its remains a great dragon, one told in legend, threw itself into the sky and lit up the night air. Fire destroyed everything around it, and it was as if the world itself shuddered in response. Trees died, plants wilted, and the villagers ran screaming for their lives. A piece of the destruction, Mega-flare, made its way to the tiny village, planting a fiery crystal smack dab in the middle of it. It was a night Nazyl would never forget.

Five years had past since the calamity, and the young Lalafell was ready to depart. In the garb the village guards wore, he took up a rusted sword his father had kept for personal safety. After saying his tearful goodbyes to his parents, he told the village he would return bearing fortune and fame, promising he would be a great hero. He set north in a trade ship to Eorzea, where he would be bound for Ul'dah. It wasn't until he arrived that he found out keeping his promise was harder than he ever thought possible.

When he arrived in the desert, the heat was enough to make him pass out on the caravan, where he dreamt clearly of his vision before. The shadowed knight, throwing himself against a black void, with light behind him burning bright. He questioned its meaning yet again as he awoke in a sweat, now at the gates of the great city. He brushed it off and began showing himself off to the people, taking up jobs to rid the gates of pests such as marmots and the like. He charged outside with no knowledge on how to fight, and was trounced by the critters before he could raise his weapon. The refugees staying outside the city took him in and nursed him back to health, since the Brass Blades would leave him for dead. When he was able to walk again, he decided to take up a pick and help the poor gain income for housing to repay them for taking care of him. He became a skilled miner and had taken to selling his work for profit to help him along. As a side job, he puts himself out as an escort to protect supply caravans or take out pests, and is slowly becoming better at swordsmanship. A wanderer wearing his heart on his sleeve, he travels the realm in hopes of quelling what darkness may hide beneath it.

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Ishgard threw open their gates, and a more mature Nazyl was among the first wave of adventurers to storm the city in earnest. Leaving behind those he knew, he embarked on a journey of self reflection and meditation, alone in the untamed wilderness that was Coerthas, Dravania, and Abalathia's Spine. It's been moons, but the Lalafell returns once again to society, eager to share his stories with old and new friends alike. Draped in ancient Ishgardian armor, he seeks an end to the Dragonsong War by any means necessary, whether the enemy is dragons, or Ishgardians...or both, he will stop at nothing to achieve lasting peace on all of Eorzea, and Hydaelyn beyond.

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Footnotes'''</div>==
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vW8ol3X9Ep0 Touched by Courage and Pride]''

'''Alignment''': Neutral Good

2015-09-10T16:45:24Z

ZexamleTheGreat: /* Friends & Acquaintances */

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| caption = "A hero don't do nothin' fer himself."
| title = Knight of Learning
| gender = Male
| citizenship = Wanderer
| race = Lalafell
| clan = Plainsfolk
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 22
| stat_2 = Sexuality
| stat_2_value = Heterosexual
| stat_3 = Occupation
| stat_3_value = Proud Adventurer
| stat_4 = Guardian
| stat_4_value = Halone, The Fury
| stat_5 = Namesday
| stat_5_value = 8th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon
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== <div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Character'''</div> ==
<div><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="color:#33BB00;">'''<span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;">General</span>'''</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;">
Nazyl is a Lalafell of simple origins, and thus leads a simple lifestyle, never giving much thought to his existence. He wanders from place to place, making gil by mining or protecting others, believing that his destiny is to become a great hero. With his faithful chocobo Turyl by his side, he takes on the world in all its beauty, and its danger.
Now serving as Sky Master of the Rising Claws, he continues his adventures with a ragtag group of rowdy sky pirates, bringing a sort of order to them, hoping to train under them in an effort to learn new skills, and at the same time meet new people.
</span></span></span><br/></div><div><br/><br/><span style="font-size:medium;"><font color="#33BB00" face="Arial"><span style="line-height: 16px;">'''Appearance'''</span></font></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;">
Nazyl stands at about 3'4", slightly taller than most other Lalafells, tanned skin, and boasts a better body for physical work, his muscles (as much as a Lalafell can have) are defined, allowing him the energy for a long day of work. Earthen brown hair is grown long, going to his shoulders, and comes down into two bushy mutton chops on his cheeks, which he is immensely proud of. Freckles dot his face and slightly darkened nose, and a blood red symbol is painted across his face, going over his verdant eyes. It's the mark of a Behemoth in his village, a symbol of strength. What he wears goes with what he's doing for the day. When he mines, he dresses in heavy dark blue cloth, padded and plated to prevent harm, lantern and hammers at his side. He usually dons a metal helmet with a light for dark caves and the like. For battle, he wears a myriad of different armor and leathers, each suited to his style of combat, for sword, spear, dagger, whatever is needed. . He occasionally slips into his Onion armor, for old time's sake.

</span></span><br/></div><div><br/><br/><span style="font-size:medium;"><font color="#33BB00" face="Arial"><span style="line-height: 16px;">'''Behaviour'''</span></font></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;">
Nazyl is very friendly and optimistic, not afraid to walk up and start chatting with another. He speaks in a thick country accent, which tends to throw people off, and has trouble pronouncing words over three syllables long. He's rather simple minded, and is easily tricked into schemes and traps, but has a strong sense of justice, and will do absolutely anything to protect those he cares about. He's not much for starting unnecessary conflicts, and has a weakness for women, going out of his way to seem like a gentleman, which of course has made a love life of any kind difficult to obtain. To him however, family and friends matter more than anything in the world, the extra things in life can come later. Filled with wanderlust and curiosity for the unknown, he is very unlikely to settle in one place for long.

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== <div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Combat'''</div> ==
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Much has happened over the course of his life in Eorzea, and in his quest for heroism, he's trained among some of the best fighters the realm over. Armed with the knowledge of paladins and other shieldbearers, he willfully takes up arms against darkness and its minions, fighting with far more skill than he ever hoped to achieve. In time he has become accustomed to the spear and daggers, and is now practicing magic. His dreams of being an Onion Knight of legend will come true if his determination keeps him onward.

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<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;">~Elaboration will come after more RP~</span>

== <div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Tendencies'''</div> ==
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:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Good food
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Friends and family
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Sparring
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Keeping busy
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Physical work, though he's not entirely disliking of mental learning
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> Has a penchant for wearing ridiculous looking attire.

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:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Conflict
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Wild animals larger than he is
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Being the weak one
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Goobbues
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> Falling

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:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Mining
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Learning skills at an unusual speed
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Cooking
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Mending relationships
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> Loves to participate in tournaments, even holds a champion title in the Grindstone. There's no better place to learn all the different styles of other people.
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:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Food/Drink''': Onion soup (for the sole reason that Onion Armor exists) and pineapple juice.

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favourite Place''': Dravanian hinterlands, Sharlayan.

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Weather''': Sunny, cloudy.

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Season''': Summer and Fall

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Color''': Red and blue

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■</font> '''Favorite Scents''': Whatever the Bismarck is cooking. (He would inform you that he speaks of the restaurant, not the whale)

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:<font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#33ff22;" size="3">●</font> Good Standing <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> Neutral Standing <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Poor Standing
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:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Onion Kid]]''' - A mysterious lalafell, draped in the same Onion armor that Nazyl himself wears. Skilled in the arts of the sword and shield, he's the pinnacle of what an Onion knight should be. Who he is, and why he's around is a mystery...even more mysterious is that no one he tells this to knows of the other lalafell. An illusion perhaps? No one knows, but Nazyl sees him as a sort of mentor figure....even if he isn't real.

:<span style="color:#f02311; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">♥ </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Sasazi Sazi]]''' - A shy dunesfolk girl Nazyl met during a Grindstone. He waved her over after seeing her sitting alone for some time, and almost instantly they became fast friends. After he had found her drinking away her sorrows in the Quicksand, he offered to be the gateway to a life of adventure for her, and the young woman became rather affectionate towards him. This led him to be extremely confused, to eventually falling for her quite hard. She's almost always on his mind.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Surilian Blu]]''' - A Miqo'te girl Nazyl met while he stayed in Ul'dah for a time. He began to chat with her, unknowing of any secrets she might possess, and learned a good deal about both himself and her. He likes her for her innocence, and has promised to be a hero, if only for her. He's not seen her since his decision to take leave on a lone adventure.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[X'linwh Tia]]''' - A young Miqo'te Nazyl seemed to find often, a young man which reminds the Lalafell of one of his friends back home. After a tragic encounter in Stone Vigil, the Miqo'te, and one of Nazyl's first real friends, has died. The lalafell has sworn revenge on the dragon that killed him, and curses himself for not being able to protect him.

:<span style="color: #33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Alex Castell]]''' - A young Hyur woman Nazyl found while training with his group on an expedition to Coerthas, and proceeded to make himself known to her. He learned much about her, and became sympathetic to her story, more than willing to help her with any problem she might have. While she is seen as a thief in the eyes of the others, he sees someone who can change, and is striving to help her do so.

:<span style="color: #33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Akama Kharn]]''' - A seeker who, unusually, speaks very clearly and pronounces each syllable of a word. Honorable and honest, Nazyl quickly grew fond of this Miqo'te, accepting him into part of his ever growing family. A powerful fighter with great knowledge of martial arts, Nazyl has not seen this man for quite some time.

:<span style="color: #33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Nahare Rahz]]''' - A spunky and somewhat hotheaded Limsan born Seeker, the Miqo'te dresses in clothes finally, much to Nazyl's relief. Her intentions are always good natured, and she's very relatable to him. Serving with her under the Rising Claws, her mannerisms have him referring to her as a sister more than a friend, and has become rather protective of her, even though she doesn't need it.

:<span style="color: #33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Flynt Reddard]]''' - An obnoxiously confident Midlander Hyur, Flynt made himself known easily with his dialect and hilarious outbursts. While Nazyl knows very little about him, he seems to feel connected with the man in a way.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Orenji Kharn]]''' - Akama's son, and leader of the Rising Claws. Brought together by fate, Nazyl could hardly believe that he was part of this Miqo'te's history, and the fate of the world. Harboring great darkness, the lalafell worries greatly about the man, but serves him in earnest all the same. A deadly duel in the Hinterlands proved that Orenji's resolve was solid. Beaten and bloody, the lalafell and the miqo'te became even closer, staring to the sky and reaffirming their ambitions. Brothers in all but blood, Nazyl fights with him in everything, be it monster hunting, adventuring, or simple family spars.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Julius Bennett]]''' - A hyur knight from the west, his stoic and realistic stance on life clashes with Nazyl's more idealistic sense of right and wrong. That however does not stop them from being great friends, as their constant sparring proves. Incredibly lithe with a sword and shield, and practiced in several other weapons, this man is practically an Onion Knight himself. A man of faith, his devotion to his gods and people inspire Nazyl to greater heights as both a man, and a warrior.

:<span style="color:#8f8377; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[S'elene Cehter]]''' - An Au Ra female of few words. Seemingly guarded at all times, she's hard to read and thus Nazyl can form no real opinion on her. The only thing he can say for certain is that she gives off a strange heat, enough to melt Coerthan snow around her. Having been exiled from the area, the lalafell really won't find out anything else.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Sayuri Oinari]]''' - Orenji's bride-to-be, and leader of her own alliance, this Au Ra clearly has seen many battles. Soft spoken, yet firm in her tone, she seems a gentle leader, and the lalafell is rather content with that.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Calel Rouse]]''' - "A man who sought higher planes and better skies" The young man that seemed to adore Nazyl found himself in a spot of trouble with some dragons in Coerthas. Following the leads of an Ishgardian knight, he tracked Calel down into the fields of the Western Highlands, fighting off a group of wyverns. After a heated struggle, Nazyl and the knight drove them off, only to see the Elezen draw his last breath. Cursing himself, Nazyl swore once again to campaign against the dragons, angered that he let yet another friend fall in front of him.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Vyse Gilder]]''' - Sworn of the Rising Claws, and direct subordinate to Nazyl, this young Hyur man is a near carbon copy of Nazyl. Innocent to a fault and just as unlucky with women, he's already made a good impression with the lalafell.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Yasashii Borlaaq]]''' - A Miqo'te that's seemingly normal and sane, but this could be a front. Doman in origins, this girl will occasionally have unusual outbursts, such as wrapping injured men in thirty five fulms of bandages and claiming to "heal" them. Her quirks besides, she's a good listener and decent fighter, though she has an air of depression from time to time.

:<span style="color:#8f8377; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Miasma]]''' - "EUGH" The incredibly vocal and absurd sword of Orenji, a living weapon that appears to change forms at will, including that of a white haired man. Usually seen in tournaments or whenever he so wishes his presence known, his comments and general attitude often gives Nazyl a headache. What's worse is the hunger that the black, empty eyeholes stare at the lalafell with...

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Yvain Dulimont]]''' - An Ishgardian knight that proposed to serve under the Rising Claws for reasons Nazyl had no time to ask, as he was looking for a friend. Bringing the knight with him, they fought off a manner of dragons together in the Western highlands. After watching the man he was looking for die, he formally inducted the knight into the crew, seeing that in battle he was a worthy man, and an honorable one for respecting the dead.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Shirono Usagima]]''' - A quiet Au Ra girl, who likes to get straight to the point. Hidden behind a straight face, it's nigh impossible to tell what she's feeling at any given time. She hangs around the Claws often, and Nazyl hears stories about "The Rabbit" frequently. She seems friendly enough, and seems to have a thing for Vyse, so she can't be bad. She offered to train him in Mudra, and that's something he isn't going to pass up.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Sharon Broadaxe]]''' - A highlander who Nazyl has traveled with to the ends of Eorzea and back. While she's stubborn to a fault and tends to put her emotions first before thinking, she's extremely caring and puts the lalafell before any of her own desires. A master of the axe, she can cleave three adult dragons in twain with but a single stroke, her strength equal only to her hotheadedness. Sworn to each other as siblings, the two face off against the enemies of Eorzea, axe and shield always at the ready.

:<span style="color:#33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Bethany Drennstead]]''' - Captain of the Nightshade Corsairs, who only likes others to refer to her as 'Violet'. Draped in clothes dyed the color of her namesake, she commands a powerful presence wherever she finds herself. Unlike many pirates who rely on blades or guns, her own body is a weapon in itself, her fists enough to break the bones of a hardy Roegadyn. This is not to say she doesn't use weapons...as pirates are not wont to fight fairly. Though Nazyl serves the Claws, anytime he's with this captain he dresses in purple, and commands as Violet's First Mate in the Nightshades.
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=== <div style="padding:10px 35px; background:#336600;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;"><center><span class="mw-headline">Enemies & Rivals</span></center></div> ===

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<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Rumours'''</div><div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#668800;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Easily Overheard Rumours'''''</span></div>
:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> "Who? Oh him. Yeah he doesn't show up too much these suns, peiste probably ate him, good riddance." - Brass Blade

:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> "He doesn't show up in the cities for money anymore....not in that kind of gear. I reckon he struck it rich somewhere, I'd like to know where..." - Shroud Worker

<div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#338800;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Somewhat Difficult To Overhear Rumours'''''</span></div>
:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> "He's quick with a blade and shield, almost a natural. Saw that blue gumdrop disarm and kill four giants in a blizzard, all at once. Now that's something I would see Ishgardian elites do." - Fledgling Adventurer

:<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> "Bloody pointy eared little shite thinks he can waltz around and preach what justice is. He doesn't know how this world works." - Ishgardian Noble

<div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#336600;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Rarely Overheard Rumours'''''</span></div>
:<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> "For some reason, he gets...twitchy when you mention the word Dreadwyrm. Why is that?" - Seasoned Adventurer

:<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> "A sword? He had a lance before. Now you say he had a rod? Knives? Next you're going to tell me he can string a bow and shoot spears out of it....why does your face look like that?" - Meddling Merchant

<div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#333300;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">'''<span style="font-size:small;">''Player Character Rumours''</span>'''</div>
:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "A true friend with a huge heart. I owe him so much after such a small time. He truly is one of those heroes from a Bard's tale." - [[Alex Castell]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "A man I would consider a very close brother... he may be small, but his heart is bigger than than the whole world. Aye, this brother will be sung in tales and stories. A true hero. An '''Onion Knight'''." - [[Akama Kharn]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "The most famous man I could ever know and the inspiration for my leaving home... I aspired one day to be a hero just like him, and a hero for my family I shall be." - [[Orenji Kharn]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "EUGH. ASK US NOTHING ABOUT THE TERRIFYING GOD-EATING ONION." - [[Miasma]]

:<font style="color:#333300;" size="3">■ </font> "Nazyl has, an' always will be, me big brotha. Tha man has looked aftah me through countless situations." - [[Nahare Rahz]]

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==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''History/Timeline'''</div>==
Nazyl comes from the islands far south of Eorzea, where many Lalafells originated. Working as a farmhand for fifteen years, he led a simple life with dreams of one day being a mighty hero, leading a group of young Lalafellin boys into caves and forests with little more than twigs to fight imaginary monsters. He was a prankster that liked to show the boys a good time tipping Aldgoats, putting spices in people's breakfast, and other harmless jokes that tended to get him in trouble. While he grew up, he was taught humility and manners by his parents, who were strict, but wanted him to have a childhood. In his teens, he, along with the others in his little village, noticed a certain moon getting bigger...or was it getting closer?

As the moon Dalamud edged ever closer, Nazyl began to have strange dreams. One in particular, repeated several times and became clearer and clearer over the course of his teen years, involving a great light, and a great darkness, and the silhouette of a spiked warrior siding with the light, about to clash with the darkness. The dream always ended right before the clash, and the boy would wake up in a cold sweat. It was clearest on that fateful day, when the Battle of Carteneau took place. After Nazyl had awoken from his dream, he took to the orchards to pick fruits for his family, and hefted the sack toward his home after he was done. The moon was closer than it had ever been in years....and then the unthinkable happened.
It exploded.
Nazyl watched in both awe and horror as the red moon was dismantled, and from its remains a great dragon, one told in legend, threw itself into the sky and lit up the night air. Fire destroyed everything around it, and it was as if the world itself shuddered in response. Trees died, plants wilted, and the villagers ran screaming for their lives. A piece of the destruction, Mega-flare, made its way to the tiny village, planting a fiery crystal smack dab in the middle of it. It was a night Nazyl would never forget.

Five years had past since the calamity, and the young Lalafell was ready to depart. In the garb the village guards wore, he took up a rusted sword his father had kept for personal safety. After saying his tearful goodbyes to his parents, he told the village he would return bearing fortune and fame, promising he would be a great hero. He set north in a trade ship to Eorzea, where he would be bound for Ul'dah. It wasn't until he arrived that he found out keeping his promise was harder than he ever thought possible.

When he arrived in the desert, the heat was enough to make him pass out on the caravan, where he dreamt clearly of his vision before. The shadowed knight, throwing himself against a black void, with light behind him burning bright. He questioned its meaning yet again as he awoke in a sweat, now at the gates of the great city. He brushed it off and began showing himself off to the people, taking up jobs to rid the gates of pests such as marmots and the like. He charged outside with no knowledge on how to fight, and was trounced by the critters before he could raise his weapon. The refugees staying outside the city took him in and nursed him back to health, since the Brass Blades would leave him for dead. When he was able to walk again, he decided to take up a pick and help the poor gain income for housing to repay them for taking care of him. He became a skilled miner and had taken to selling his work for profit to help him along. As a side job, he puts himself out as an escort to protect supply caravans or take out pests, and is slowly becoming better at swordsmanship. A wanderer wearing his heart on his sleeve, he travels the realm in hopes of quelling what darkness may hide beneath it.

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Ishgard threw open their gates, and a more mature Nazyl was among the first wave of adventurers to storm the city in earnest. Leaving behind those he knew, he embarked on a journey of self reflection and meditation, alone in the untamed wilderness that was Coerthas, Dravania, and Abalathia's Spine. It's been moons, but the Lalafell returns once again to society, eager to share his stories with old and new friends alike. Draped in ancient Ishgardian armor, he seeks an end to the Dragonsong War by any means necessary, whether the enemy is dragons, or Ishgardians...or both, he will stop at nothing to achieve lasting peace on all of Eorzea, and Hydaelyn beyond.

==<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Footnotes'''</div>==
: ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vW8ol3X9Ep0 Touched by Courage and Pride]''

'''Alignment''': Neutral Good