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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanor and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centered when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
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<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;"><br />
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'''''Age:''''' 25<br />
<br />
'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
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'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
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'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Cross cut shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
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'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias, one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbors a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewelry, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
Artorias rarely wears his armor in public and social environments, reserving it purely for when he is going to fight. As such he is typically a threat when not dressed in anything that isn't considered 'casual'. His armor consists of armor on his limbs and a plated heavy coat that serves as protection as good as a cuirass but with better balance and weight than the aforementioned piece of protection.<br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated voice. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbor any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the intelligent demeanor of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
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=His Past=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
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[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
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<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unbearable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
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[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onward through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
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=Relationships & Likes=<br />
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<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
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<div style="margin-left: 20px; font-size: 13px;">☮ - Dice Domino</div><br />
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=OOC & General Information=<br />
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This RPC is a work in progress, there are some inaccuracies in the info and code to be cleaned up!<br />
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[[category:Player Character]] [[category: Miqo'te]] [[category: Balmung]] [[category: Garlean]]<br />
<headertabs /></div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=179462Artorias Zyat2016-06-03T23:38:27Z<p>Zyat: /* Relationships & Likes */</p>
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:ArnusRemZaius.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanor and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centered when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;"><br />
<br />
'''''Age:''''' 25<br />
<br />
'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Cross cut shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias, one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbors a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewelry, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
Artorias rarely wears his armor in public and social environments, reserving it purely for when he is going to fight. As such he is typically a threat when not dressed in anything that isn't considered 'casual'. His armor consists of armor on his limbs and a plated heavy coat that serves as protection as good as a cuirass but with better balance and weight than the aforementioned piece of protection.<br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated voice. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbor any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the intelligent demeanor of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unbearable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onward through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
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=Relationships & Likes=<br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 20px; font-size: 13px;">☮ - Dice Domino</div><br />
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<hr><br />
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</div><br />
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=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
This RPC is a work in progress, there are some inaccuracies in the info and code to be cleaned up!<br />
<br />
[[category:Player Character]] [[category: Miqo'te]] [[category: Balmung]] [[category: Garlean]]<br />
<headertabs /></div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=179461Artorias Zyat2016-06-03T23:37:27Z<p>Zyat: /* Relationships & Likes */</p>
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:ArnusRemZaius.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanor and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centered when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;"><br />
<br />
'''''Age:''''' 25<br />
<br />
'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Cross cut shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias, one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbors a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewelry, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
Artorias rarely wears his armor in public and social environments, reserving it purely for when he is going to fight. As such he is typically a threat when not dressed in anything that isn't considered 'casual'. His armor consists of armor on his limbs and a plated heavy coat that serves as protection as good as a cuirass but with better balance and weight than the aforementioned piece of protection.<br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated voice. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbor any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the intelligent demeanor of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unbearable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onward through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
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</div><br />
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</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships & Likes=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
☮ - Dice Domino<br />
<br />
<hr><br />
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</div><br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
This RPC is a work in progress, there are some inaccuracies in the info and code to be cleaned up!<br />
<br />
[[category:Player Character]] [[category: Miqo'te]] [[category: Balmung]] [[category: Garlean]]<br />
<headertabs /></div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=178367Artorias Zyat2016-05-28T01:15:24Z<p>Zyat: </p>
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:ArnusRemZaius.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanor and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centered when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;"><br />
<br />
'''''Age:''''' 25<br />
<br />
'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Cross cut shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias, one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbors a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewelry, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
Artorias rarely wears his armor in public and social environments, reserving it purely for when he is going to fight. As such he is typically a threat when not dressed in anything that isn't considered 'casual'. His armor consists of armor on his limbs and a plated heavy coat that serves as protection as good as a cuirass but with better balance and weight than the aforementioned piece of protection.<br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated voice. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbor any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the intelligent demeanor of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unbearable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onward through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships & Likes=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
<hr><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
This RPC is a work in progress, there are some inaccuracies in the info and code to be cleaned up!<br />
<br />
[[category:Player Character]] [[category: Miqo'te]] [[category: Balmung]] [[category: Garlean]]<br />
<headertabs /></div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=178365Artorias Zyat2016-05-28T01:13:56Z<p>Zyat: </p>
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;"><br />
<br />
'''''Age:''''' 25<br />
<br />
'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Cross cut shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias, one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
Artorias rarely wears his armor in public and social environments, reserving it purely for when he is going to fight. As such he is typically a threat when not dressed in anything that isn't considered 'casual'. His armor consists of armor on his limbs and a plated heavy coat that serves as protection as good as a cuirass but with better balance and weight than the aforementioned piece of protection.<br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated voice. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships & Likes=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
<hr><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
This RPC is a work in progress, there are some inaccuracies in the info and code to be cleaned up!<br />
<br />
[[category:Player Character]] [[category: Miqo'te]] [[category: Balmung]] [[category: Garlean]]<br />
<headertabs /></div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=178362Artorias Zyat2016-05-28T01:13:37Z<p>Zyat: </p>
<hr />
<div>(work in progress)<br />
<br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
[[File:ArnusRemZaius.png|center|900px]]<br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;"><br />
<br />
'''''Age:''''' 25<br />
<br />
'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Red<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Cross cut shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armored, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favors darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias, one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbors a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewelry, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
Artorias rarely wears his armor in public and social environments, reserving it purely for when he is going to fight. As such he is typically a threat when not dressed in anything that isn't considered 'casual'. His armor consists of armor on his limbs and a plated heavy coat that serves as protection as good as a cuirass but with better balance and weight than the aforementioned piece of protection.<br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated voice. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
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</div><br />
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</div><br />
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=Relationships & Likes=<br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
<br><br />
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<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
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=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
This RPC is a work in progress, there are some inaccuracies in the info and code to be cleaned up!<br />
<br />
[[category:Player Character]] [[category: Miqo'te]] [[category: Balmung]] [[category: Garlean]]<br />
<headertabs /></div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=File:ArnusRemZaius.png&diff=178361File:ArnusRemZaius.png2016-05-28T01:12:35Z<p>Zyat: </p>
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;"><br />
<br />
'''''Age:''''' 25<br />
<br />
'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Cross cut shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias, one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
Artorias rarely wears his armor in public and social environments, reserving it purely for when he is going to fight. As such he is typically a threat when not dressed in anything that isn't considered 'casual'. His armor consists of armor on his limbs and a plated heavy coat that serves as protection as good as a cuirass but with better balance and weight than the aforementioned piece of protection.<br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated voice. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
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</div><br />
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</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships & Likes=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
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<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
<hr><br />
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</div><br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
This RPC is a work in progress, there are some inaccuracies in the info and code to be cleaned up!<br />
<br />
[[category:Player Character]] [[category: Miqo'te]] [[category: Balmung]] [[category: Garlean]]<br />
<headertabs /></div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165425Artorias Zyat2016-03-24T00:44:22Z<p>Zyat: </p>
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;"><br />
<br />
'''''Age:''''' 25<br />
<br />
'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Cross cut shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias, one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
Artorias rarely wears his armor in public and social environments, reserving it purely for when he is going to fight. As such he is typically a threat when not dressed in anything that isn't considered 'casual'. His armor consists of armor on his limbs and a plated heavy coat that serves as protection as good as a cuirass but with better balance and weight than the aforementioned piece of protection.<br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated voice. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
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</div><br />
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</div><br />
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=Relationships & Likes=<br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
<br><br />
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<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
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<br> <br />
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<br />
<hr><br />
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</div><br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
This RPC is a work in progress, there are some inaccuracies in the info and code to be cleaned up!<br />
<br />
[[category:Player Character]] [[category: Miqo'te]] [[category: Balmung]] [[category: Garlean]]<br />
<headertabs /></div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165424Artorias Zyat2016-03-24T00:44:11Z<p>Zyat: </p>
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;"><br />
<br />
'''''Age:''''' 25<br />
<br />
'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Cross cut shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias, one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
Artorias rarely wears his armor in public and social environments, reserving it purely for when he is going to fight. As such he is typically a threat when not dressed in anything that isn't considered 'casual'. His armor consists of armor on his limbs and a plated heavy coat that serves as protection as good as a cuirass but with better balance and weight than the aforementioned piece of protection.<br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated voice. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships & Likes=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
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<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
<hr><br />
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</div><br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
This RPC is a work in progress, there are some inaccuracies in the info and code to be cleaned up!<br />
<br />
[[category:Player Character]] [[category: Miqo'te]] [[category: Balmung]] [[category: Garlemald]]<br />
<headertabs /></div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165412Artorias Zyat2016-03-24T00:14:44Z<p>Zyat: </p>
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;"><br />
<br />
'''''Age:''''' 25<br />
<br />
'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Cross cut shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias, one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
Artorias rarely wears his armor in public and social environments, reserving it purely for when he is going to fight. As such he is typically a threat when not dressed in anything that isn't considered 'casual'. His armor consists of armor on his limbs and a plated heavy coat that serves as protection as good as a cuirass but with better balance and weight than the aforementioned piece of protection.<br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated voice. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships & Likes=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
<hr><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
This RPC is a work in progress, there are some inaccuracies in the info and code to be cleaned up!<br />
<br />
<br />
{{Infobox-character<br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Garlemald<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| stat_1 = Server<br />
| stat_1_value = Balmung<br />
}}<br />
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<headertabs /></div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165324Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T16:03:13Z<p>Zyat: </p>
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
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<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;"><br />
<br />
'''''Age:''''' 25<br />
<br />
'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Cross cut shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
Artorias rarely wears his armor in public and social environments, reserving it purely for when he is going to fight. As such he is typically a threat when not dressed in anything that isn't considered 'casual'. His armor consists of armor on his limbs and a plated heavy coat that serves as protection as good as a cuirass but with better balance and weight than the aforementioned piece of protection.<br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
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</div><br />
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</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships & Likes=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
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<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
<hr><br />
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</div><br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
This RPC is a work in progress, there are some inaccuracies in the info and code to be cleaned up!<br />
<br />
<br />
{{Infobox-character<br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Garlemald<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| stat_1 = Server<br />
| stat_1_value = Balmung<br />
}}<br />
<br />
<headertabs /></div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165248Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T03:05:56Z<p>Zyat: /* Personality & Appearance */</p>
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<div>(work in progress)<br />
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;"><br />
<br />
'''''Age:''''' 25<br />
<br />
'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Cross cut shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
Artorias rarely wears his armor in public and social environments, reserving it purely for when he is going to fight. As such he is typically a threat when not dressed in anything that isn't considered 'casual'. His armor consists of armor on his limbs and a plated heavy coat that serves as protection as good as a cuirass but with better balance and weight than the aforementioned piece of protection.<br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
<hr><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
This RPC is a work in progress, there are some inaccuracies in the info and code to be cleaned up!<br />
<br />
<br />
{{Infobox-character<br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Garlemald<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| stat_1 = Server<br />
| stat_1_value = Balmung<br />
}}<br />
<br />
<headertabs /></div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165247Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T03:03:47Z<p>Zyat: /* OOC & General Information */</p>
<hr />
<div>(work in progress)<br />
<br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Cross cut shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
Artorias rarely wears his armor in public and social environments, reserving it purely for when he is going to fight. As such he is typically a threat when not dressed in anything that isn't considered 'casual'. His armor consists of armor on his limbs and a plated heavy coat that serves as protection as good as a cuirass but with better balance and weight than the aforementioned piece of protection.<br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
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<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
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</div><br />
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</div><br />
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=Relationships and Likes=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
<br><br />
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<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
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<br> <br />
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<hr><br />
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</div><br />
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=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
This RPC is a work in progress, there are some inaccuracies in the info and code to be cleaned up!<br />
<br />
<br />
{{Infobox-character<br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Garlemald<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| stat_1 = Server<br />
| stat_1_value = Balmung<br />
}}<br />
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<headertabs /></div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165246Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T03:02:25Z<p>Zyat: /* OOC & General Information */</p>
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<div>(work in progress)<br />
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
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<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Cross cut shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
Artorias rarely wears his armor in public and social environments, reserving it purely for when he is going to fight. As such he is typically a threat when not dressed in anything that isn't considered 'casual'. His armor consists of armor on his limbs and a plated heavy coat that serves as protection as good as a cuirass but with better balance and weight than the aforementioned piece of protection.<br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
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</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
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<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
<hr><br />
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</div><br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
This RPC is a work in progress of course.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<headertabs /></div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165245Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T03:02:07Z<p>Zyat: /* OOC & General Information */</p>
<hr />
<div>(work in progress)<br />
<br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Cross cut shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
Artorias rarely wears his armor in public and social environments, reserving it purely for when he is going to fight. As such he is typically a threat when not dressed in anything that isn't considered 'casual'. His armor consists of armor on his limbs and a plated heavy coat that serves as protection as good as a cuirass but with better balance and weight than the aforementioned piece of protection.<br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
<hr><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
This RPC is a work in progress of course.<br />
<br />
<!--<br />
{{Infobox-character<br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Garlemald<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| server = Balmung<br />
}}--><br />
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<headertabs /></div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165244Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T03:01:26Z<p>Zyat: /* OOC & General Information */</p>
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<div>(work in progress)<br />
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
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<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Cross cut shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
Artorias rarely wears his armor in public and social environments, reserving it purely for when he is going to fight. As such he is typically a threat when not dressed in anything that isn't considered 'casual'. His armor consists of armor on his limbs and a plated heavy coat that serves as protection as good as a cuirass but with better balance and weight than the aforementioned piece of protection.<br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
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</div><br />
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</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
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<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
<hr><br />
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</div><br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
This RPC is a work in progress of course.<br />
<br />
<br />
{{Infobox-character<br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Garlemald<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| server = Balmung<br />
}}<br />
<br />
<br />
<headertabs /></div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165243Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T03:01:04Z<p>Zyat: /* OOC & General Information */</p>
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<div>(work in progress)<br />
<br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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{| width="100%"<br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Cross cut shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
Artorias rarely wears his armor in public and social environments, reserving it purely for when he is going to fight. As such he is typically a threat when not dressed in anything that isn't considered 'casual'. His armor consists of armor on his limbs and a plated heavy coat that serves as protection as good as a cuirass but with better balance and weight than the aforementioned piece of protection.<br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
<hr><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
This RPC is a work in progress of course.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
{{Infobox-character<br />
| gender = Male<br />
| citizenship = Garlemald<br />
| race = Miqo'te<br />
| server = Balmung<br />
}}<br />
<headertabs /></div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165241Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T02:56:53Z<p>Zyat: </p>
<hr />
<div>(work in progress)<br />
<br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Cross cut shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
Artorias rarely wears his armor in public and social environments, reserving it purely for when he is going to fight. As such he is typically a threat when not dressed in anything that isn't considered 'casual'. His armor consists of armor on his limbs and a plated heavy coat that serves as protection as good as a cuirass but with better balance and weight than the aforementioned piece of protection.<br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
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=Relationships and Likes=<br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
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=OOC & General Information=<br />
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Cross cut shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
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</div><br />
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</div><br />
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=Relationships and Likes=<br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
<br><br />
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<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
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=OOC & General Information=<br />
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<headertabs /><br />
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
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<hr><br />
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</div><br />
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=OOC & General Information=<br />
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<headertabs /><br />
|}</div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165238Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T02:53:25Z<p>Zyat: </p>
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
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<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
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</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
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=Relationships and Likes=<br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
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=OOC & General Information=<br />
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
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</div><br />
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</div><br />
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=Relationships and Likes=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
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=OOC & General Information=<br />
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
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</div><br />
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</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffffb3; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
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=OOC & General Information=<br />
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
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=Relationships and Likes=<br />
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<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
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=OOC & General Information=<br />
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
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</div><br />
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</div><br />
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=Relationships and Likes=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Relationships</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
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=OOC & General Information=<br />
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
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<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
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=Relationships and Likes=<br />
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<div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; word-spacing: 30px; ">❤-Romantic ♡-Platonic ☮-Ally ⚔-Adversary</div><br />
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=OOC & General Information=<br />
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
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</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px;">❤ - Romantic, ♡ - Platonic, ☮ - Ally, ⚔ - Adversary</div><br />
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<hr><br />
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=OOC & General Information=<br />
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<headertabs /><br />
|}</div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165231Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T02:49:29Z<p>Zyat: /* Relationships and Likes */</p>
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<div>(work in progress)<br />
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 20px;">❤ - Romantic, ♡ - Platonic, ☮ - Ally, ⚔ - Adversary</div><br />
<br />
<hr><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<headertabs /><br />
|}</div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165230Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T02:49:13Z<p>Zyat: /* Relationships and Likes */</p>
<hr />
<div>(work in progress)<br />
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7px;">❤ - Romantic, ♡ - Platonic, ☮ - Ally, ⚔ - Adversary</div><br />
<br />
<hr><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<headertabs /><br />
|}</div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165229Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T02:48:27Z<p>Zyat: /* Relationships and Likes */</p>
<hr />
<div>(work in progress)<br />
<br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
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<hr><br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
❤ - Romantic, ♡ - Platonic, ☮ - Ally, ⚔ - Adversary<br />
<br />
<hr><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<headertabs /><br />
|}</div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165228Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T02:45:47Z<p>Zyat: /* Relationships and Likes */</p>
<hr />
<div>(work in progress)<br />
<br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
<br />
<hr><br />
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<br />
=Personality & Appearance=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<headertabs /><br />
|}</div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165227Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T02:44:29Z<p>Zyat: /* His Past */</p>
<hr />
<div>(work in progress)<br />
<br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
<br />
<hr><br />
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{| width="100%"<br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<headertabs /><br />
|}</div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165226Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T02:43:54Z<p>Zyat: /* His Past */</p>
<hr />
<div>(work in progress)<br />
<br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<headertabs /><br />
|}</div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165225Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T02:43:32Z<p>Zyat: /* His Past */</p>
<hr />
<div>(work in progress)<br />
<br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
<br />
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<hr><br />
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=Personality & Appearance=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div><br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<headertabs /><br />
|}</div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165224Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T02:43:05Z<p>Zyat: /* His Past */</p>
<hr />
<div>(work in progress)<br />
<br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
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<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div<br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
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</div><br />
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=Relationships and Likes=<br />
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=OOC & General Information=<br />
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|}</div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165223Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T02:42:14Z<p>Zyat: /* His Past & Concealed Identity */</p>
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div>===<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div>===<br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<headertabs /><br />
|}</div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165222Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T02:41:57Z<p>Zyat: /* His Past & Concealed Identity */</p>
<hr />
<div>(work in progress)<br />
<br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
<br />
[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past & Concealed Identity=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div>===<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div>===<br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<headertabs /><br />
|}</div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165221Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T02:40:33Z<p>Zyat: </p>
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past & Concealed Identity=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
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=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div>===<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
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<br> <br />
<br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div>===<br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.</div><br />
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</div><br />
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=Relationships and Likes=<br />
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=OOC & General Information=<br />
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
</div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past & Concealed Identity=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div>===<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div>===<br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<headertabs /><br />
|}</div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165218Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T02:37:54Z<p>Zyat: /* Personality & Appearance */</p>
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Personality</div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> Appearance </div><br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past & Concealed Identity=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div>===<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div>===<br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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<headertabs /><br />
|}</div>Zyathttps://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/index.php?title=Artorias_Zyat&diff=165217Artorias Zyat2016-03-23T02:36:40Z<p>Zyat: </p>
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Personality</div>===<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Appearance </div>===<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past & Concealed Identity=<br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
<br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div>===<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div>===<br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.</div><br />
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=Relationships and Likes=<br />
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=OOC & General Information=<br />
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Personality</div>===<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Appearance </div>===<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past & Concealed Identity=<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div>===<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div>===<br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<headertabs /><br />
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<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:55px;color:#808080; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black; ">Artorias Zyat</div><br />
<div style=" font-family: serif; text-align: center; font-size:30px; color:#b30000; opacity: 0.22; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;">Arnus Rem Zaius</div><br />
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[[File:Arnus2.png|center|900px]]<br />
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[[File:Garblade3.png|center|900px]]<br />
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=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff80; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Personality</div>===<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to others for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and retaliatory tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances in the form of kindness or encouragement. This calm, demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals for a cause that aligns either with or within the parameters mirroring his own.<br />
<br />
At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should.</div><br />
<br />
<br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Appearance </div>===<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
<br />
'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* X shaped scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire & Voice''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias wears a combination of armoured, hard leather materials with stylish attire. Typically giving off a tough and daring look while also being not too reinforced to become a social pariah. He usually favours darker colors; grays, blacks and silvers versus anything with 'color' or intensity. Upon closer inspection of Artorias', one would see wear and tear of the material, evident that his gear is not tailored often or repaired by anyone with the practical means of doing so, how ever he doesn't come off as a person of ill financial fortune. He harbours a strong dislike for hats and even more for helmets helmets, evident through received scars of battle and well kept hair.<br />
Lacking on his body often is jewellery, finding it cumbersome and without any practical purpose, though ironically not feeling the same way for helmets. How ever his ears are often pierced with silver hoops, a recommendation from someone lost to him long ago, though an opinion he appreciates to this day. <br />
<br />
Artorias speaks in a often calm, collected and educated. How ever these traits easily begin to bleed into arrogant, disdainful and even sarcastic as topics arise. Not being one to hide his opinion, it easily comes off in the sharp tongued statements he recites. His accent doesn't harbour any underlying mannerisms of elongated emphasis' on 'R's or any quips. Priding himself on not being a 'tribal runt', he easily matches the calm, intelligent demeanour of a lord or nobleman. When frustrated, his voice is rarely raised to yelling, more so a deep, growling tone of disdain and contempt.<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<br />
=His Past & Concealed Identity=<br />
<div style="background-color: #fffae6;"><br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Childhood and Youth (Ages 1-19) </div>===<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.</div><br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Adulthood (Ages 19-24) </div>===<br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.</div><br />
<br />
=Relationships and Likes=<br />
<br />
=OOC & General Information=<br />
<br />
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=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff80; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Personality</div>===<br />
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<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to other's for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and antagonistic tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them and it's often difficulty for him to change this thought of that individual. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances, his calm demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals. He often will attempt to make guests, unwanted or other wise welcome to his presence if he feels like they're polite or seeking some sanctuary, emotionally. <br />
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It is easy to put labels on him most of the time. He's either sharp and short tongued, comedic, intrigued or antagonistic. At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should. This all causes a swift jump between easy going, to short tempered.</div><br />
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=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; font-size:20px; color: #ffff99; background: #ff3333; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Appearance </div>===<br />
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<div style="margin-left: 0.5cm; font-family: Georgia;">'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
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'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
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'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
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'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
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'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
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'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
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'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
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''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
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'''''Attire''''' <br />
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Artorias typically wears light clothing with the shirt opened up to allow his skin to breath in the heat of Ul'dah. How ever his favourite piece is a scale male, black coat with the sleeves pulled short to allow his forearms to be free. The length of his coat reaches just to above his knees, complimented with a crimson under shirt. To accompany this tunic, he wears a pair of armoured fingerless gauntlets, allowing him to have full control of his fingers, unhindered by material, a personal preference of his to always allow his fingers to be free, regardless of the presence of gloves or not. Upon high legs, he favours thigh high boots for comfort and for protection. He will often wear various styles of these high riding boots, all of which are equally enjoyed. Artorias often wears a pair of pants made from resilient material, though he doesn't mind the additional weight that these entail.<br />
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Though not disregarded, jewellery is rarely worn by him. Chokers, bracers, rings are very rarely seen, the latter especially. Only recently has he enjoyed the look of earrings in his ears, though very simplistic ones are his strictly accepted, often wearing silver, copper or golden hoops near the tips of his slender ears. He will often take them out with his mood, but more often than not they will be in. <br />
Artorias rarely every wears hats, bandannas or helmets. He will at times wear a pair of glasses, though this is sometimes used to mask his light sleeping while in the Quicksands.<br />
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It is even rarer to see Artorias donned in armour. He will often wear it in the field, especially in a hunt, but will next to never wear it into any of the state cities. If he is wearing his armour, he likely will not be staying around long. <br />
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Artorias' weapon of choice is a rather impractical longsword designed for dispatching enemies rather than sword on sword fighting. It is remarked that the blade he uses isn't made for duelling, rather it's made for killing. Through this, he is by nature more defensive and opportunistic than aggressive, for the sake of using his sword for it's rightful purpose.</div><br />
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=His Past & Concealed Identity=<br />
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[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
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'''''Age: 1-19'''''<br />
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Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
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As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.<br />
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'''''Age: 19-24'''''<br />
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[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
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Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
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<br />
Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to other's for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs and thus, spawned hatred and antagonistic tendencies. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them and it's often difficulty for him to change this thought of that individual. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances, his calm demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals. He often will attempt to make guests, unwanted or other wise welcome to his presence if he feels like they're polite or seeking some sanctuary, emotionally. <br />
<br />
<br />
It is easy to put labels on him most of the time. He's either sharp and short tongued, comedic, intrigued or antagonistic. At moments he becomes rather self centred when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthless by his past influences, all of this has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should. This all causes a swift jump between easy going, to short tempered.<br />
<br />
=== <div style="padding: 7px 11px; color: #E0E0E0; background: #808080; font-family: Palatino Linotype; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px black; text-align: center"> Appearance </div>===<br />
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'''''Build:''''' Lithe, muscle toned.<br />
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'''''Height:''''' 5' 7"<br />
<br />
'''''Skin:''''' Ash Gray <br />
<br />
'''''Hair & Fur:''''' Black w/ White Highlights.<br />
<br />
'''''Facial Hair:''''' Short chin beard.<br />
<br />
'''''Eyes:''''' Indigo<br />
<br />
'''''Distinguishing Features:'''''<br />
<br />
''Noticeable scars:''<br />
::* Scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye.<br />
<br />
''Other marks:''<br />
::* Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek<br />
::* Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.<br />
<br />
'''''Attire''''' <br />
<br />
Artorias typically wears light clothing with the shirt opened up to allow his skin to breath in the heat of Ul'dah. How ever his favourite piece is a scale male, black coat with the sleeves pulled short to allow his forearms to be free. The length of his coat reaches just to above his knees, complimented with a crimson under shirt. To accompany this tunic, he wears a pair of armoured fingerless gauntlets, allowing him to have full control of his fingers, unhindered by material, a personal preference of his to always allow his fingers to be free, regardless of the presence of gloves or not. Upon high legs, he favours thigh high boots for comfort and for protection. He will often wear various styles of these high riding boots, all of which are equally enjoyed. Artorias often wears a pair of pants made from resilient material, though he doesn't mind the additional weight that these entail.<br />
<br />
Though not disregarded, jewellery is rarely worn by him. Chokers, bracers, rings are very rarely seen, the latter especially. Only recently has he enjoyed the look of earrings in his ears, though very simplistic ones are his strictly accepted, often wearing silver, copper or golden hoops near the tips of his slender ears. He will often take them out with his mood, but more often than not they will be in. <br />
Artorias rarely every wears hats, bandannas or helmets. He will at times wear a pair of glasses, though this is sometimes used to mask his light sleeping while in the Quicksands.<br />
<br />
It is even rarer to see Artorias donned in armour. He will often wear it in the field, especially in a hunt, but will next to never wear it into any of the state cities. If he is wearing his armour, he likely will not be staying around long. <br />
<br />
Artorias' weapon of choice is a rather impractical longsword designed for dispatching enemies rather than sword on sword fighting. It is remarked that the blade he uses isn't made for duelling, rather it's made for killing. Through this, he is by nature more defensive and opportunistic than aggressive, for the sake of using his sword for it's rightful purpose.<br />
<br />
=His Past & Concealed Identity=<br />
<br />
[[File:Alamhigo.jpeg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
<br />
'''''Age: 1-19'''''<br />
<br />
Artorias was born under another name, in another place, as another person. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, he had no knowing of who she was, her face, her name, everything was stolen from him. With their death of their Nunh, Artorias' mother's tribe was absorbed by that of his father's. As he grew, he was constantly left in company with his father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only company he had most nights, were candle light and fragile pages. <br />
<br />
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias' life in seclusion became more and more unberable, a seething contempt grew for his tribe and with it, Eorzea as a place that he felt society forced people into being cattle to appease their fate and blind leaders. At the age of nineteen, an unforgettable event occurred which brought rapture and destruction to Eorzea and with it, erasing all trace of the tribe his mother had belonged to. Remnants were scattered, familiars and old members but even then, without her name, a shattered tribe held as much hope finding her as a blank map would. With little hope left of pursuing a happy life within the three city states or perhaps starting a life with the other half of his family, Artorias left his tribe and predestined life as a scholar. With isolation causing his hatred to germinate, Artorias saw the three city states as weak, unable to truly protect themselves or be worth his time in their ranks. Traversing to the north-east, he stumbled across a society that were as formidable as he sought for.<br />
<br />
<br> <br />
<br />
'''''Age: 19-24'''''<br />
<br />
[[File:GarleanEmpire.jpg|500px|thumbnail|right]]<br />
<br />
Enrolling in the Garlean Imperial Legion was as tough as one would have presumed. For three years he bled, sweat and killed for the Garlean Empire, allowing the adolescent hatred he had built up for so long take action. Knowing fine well that reward is not without hard work, he endured much punishment from his superiors, both out of their amusement or within their own interest in strengthening the potency their Century or even their Manipulus. Though through self reinforcement that the actions brought unto him was to better strengthen Garlemald and with it, himself, he continued onwards through his duty, no matter how low or how much it belittled him. Standing in the rain while others filled their stomachs or hunting rats in the encampments, though eventually, when the sting became natural and little entertainment to the higher ranks occurred from his pain, his jobs became more meaningful and less tedious. <br />
<br />
Though his species and background was a hindrance, his dedication to the cause bore fruit as he slowly ascended to the rank of Duplicarius. Though still a foot soldier, a grunt in the eyes of the Legatus, his loyalty was still unquestioned as his resilience to waver in his tasks and on field prowess ensured he was no Eorzean spy nor weak willed. With the eventual formation, strengthening of the various Castrum emplacements, the eventual event he had come to anticipate and deep down, dread would occur, the invasion of Eorzea.<br />
In his fifth year of service, Artorias left the Garlean Empire, and for reasons unknown, he returned to Eorzea, though if his rank and allegiance has been cast away is another question entirely.<br />
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Maecenas id metus feugiat, commodo libero condimentum, rhoncus orci. Nam sed augue vel dui maximus malesuada. Aenean eu sem blandit, porttitor lectus a, commodo erat. Praesent sed ex ullamcorper justo scelerisque congue. Nulla elementum aliquet iaculis. Aliquam aliquet nunc purus, ut dignissim lectus volutpat facilisis. Aenean auctor venenatis augue, ac porttitor nisl eleifend et. Donec enim purus, convallis sed ornare vitae, sodales ut libero. Suspendisse mi nibh, dignissim ac lobortis nec, lacinia nec velit. Quisque posuere nunc porttitor justo porttitor, eu malesuada turpis auctor. Praesent metus nisl, placerat a ultrices vel, efficitur sit amet erat. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Cras vitae fringilla nisi, in cursus ante. Aliquam quis iaculis ante. Donec a tellus dui. Quisque ligula leo, volutpat id mi nec, finibus suscipit ante. </div><br />
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Aliquam aliquet, libero vel suscipit suscipit, ligula purus congue nulla, sit amet rutrum orci ex in erat. Etiam blandit dignissim quam faucibus efficitur. Nullam bibendum aliquet lorem eget iaculis. Vivamus faucibus purus in consequat convallis. Mauris porta congue purus bibendum dapibus. Donec suscipit mauris at feugiat faucibus. Curabitur rhoncus tempus magna et ullamcorper. Cras egestas mauris sit amet tristique iaculis. Nam bibendum lectus in velit porta, a facilisis tellus hendrerit. Morbi orci ante, vulputate a tincidunt ut, pellentesque in libero. Nulla venenatis justo mauris, sed porttitor libero ornare ut.<br />
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Maecenas id metus feugiat, commodo libero condimentum, rhoncus orci. Nam sed augue vel dui maximus malesuada. Aenean eu sem blandit, porttitor lectus a, commodo erat. Praesent sed ex ullamcorper justo scelerisque congue. Nulla elementum aliquet iaculis. Aliquam aliquet nunc purus, ut dignissim lectus volutpat facilisis. Aenean auctor venenatis augue, ac porttitor nisl eleifend et. Donec enim purus, convallis sed ornare vitae, sodales ut libero. Suspendisse mi nibh, dignissim ac lobortis nec, lacinia nec velit. Quisque posuere nunc porttitor justo porttitor, eu malesuada turpis auctor. Praesent metus nisl, placerat a ultrices vel, efficitur sit amet erat. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Cras vitae fringilla nisi, in cursus ante. Aliquam quis iaculis ante. Donec a tellus dui. Quisque ligula leo, volutpat id mi nec, finibus suscipit ante. </div><br />
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<div style=" margin-left: 5px;"> Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nunc pretium arcu sagittis pretium ullamcorper. Aliquam rutrum metus eget tempor aliquet. Aliquam velit lectus, volutpat vitae turpis ut, efficitur pellentesque odio. Praesent ac rutrum urna. Nullam eu libero in turpis auctor commodo non quis nisl. Nunc euismod dui non sapien mattis aliquam. In rhoncus aliquet mollis. Pellentesque eleifend eros efficitur velit imperdiet, ac consectetur libero dignissim. Proin in turpis augue.<br />
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Aliquam aliquet, libero vel suscipit suscipit, ligula purus congue nulla, sit amet rutrum orci ex in erat. Etiam blandit dignissim quam faucibus efficitur. Nullam bibendum aliquet lorem eget iaculis. Vivamus faucibus purus in consequat convallis. Mauris porta congue purus bibendum dapibus. Donec suscipit mauris at feugiat faucibus. Curabitur rhoncus tempus magna et ullamcorper. Cras egestas mauris sit amet tristique iaculis. Nam bibendum lectus in velit porta, a facilisis tellus hendrerit. Morbi orci ante, vulputate a tincidunt ut, pellentesque in libero. Nulla venenatis justo mauris, sed porttitor libero ornare ut.<br />
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Maecenas id metus feugiat, commodo libero condimentum, rhoncus orci. Nam sed augue vel dui maximus malesuada. Aenean eu sem blandit, porttitor lectus a, commodo erat. Praesent sed ex ullamcorper justo scelerisque congue. Nulla elementum aliquet iaculis. Aliquam aliquet nunc purus, ut dignissim lectus volutpat facilisis. Aenean auctor venenatis augue, ac porttitor nisl eleifend et. Donec enim purus, convallis sed ornare vitae, sodales ut libero. Suspendisse mi nibh, dignissim ac lobortis nec, lacinia nec velit. Quisque posuere nunc porttitor justo porttitor, eu malesuada turpis auctor. Praesent metus nisl, placerat a ultrices vel, efficitur sit amet erat. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Cras vitae fringilla nisi, in cursus ante. Aliquam quis iaculis ante. Donec a tellus dui. Quisque ligula leo, volutpat id mi nec, finibus suscipit ante. </div><br />
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<div style="color: white; margin-left: 5px;"> Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nunc pretium arcu sagittis pretium ullamcorper. Aliquam rutrum metus eget tempor aliquet. Aliquam velit lectus, volutpat vitae turpis ut, efficitur pellentesque odio. Praesent ac rutrum urna. Nullam eu libero in turpis auctor commodo non quis nisl. Nunc euismod dui non sapien mattis aliquam. In rhoncus aliquet mollis. Pellentesque eleifend eros efficitur velit imperdiet, ac consectetur libero dignissim. Proin in turpis augue.<br />
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Aliquam aliquet, libero vel suscipit suscipit, ligula purus congue nulla, sit amet rutrum orci ex in erat. Etiam blandit dignissim quam faucibus efficitur. Nullam bibendum aliquet lorem eget iaculis. Vivamus faucibus purus in consequat convallis. Mauris porta congue purus bibendum dapibus. Donec suscipit mauris at feugiat faucibus. Curabitur rhoncus tempus magna et ullamcorper. Cras egestas mauris sit amet tristique iaculis. Nam bibendum lectus in velit porta, a facilisis tellus hendrerit. Morbi orci ante, vulputate a tincidunt ut, pellentesque in libero. Nulla venenatis justo mauris, sed porttitor libero ornare ut.<br />
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Maecenas id metus feugiat, commodo libero condimentum, rhoncus orci. Nam sed augue vel dui maximus malesuada. Aenean eu sem blandit, porttitor lectus a, commodo erat. Praesent sed ex ullamcorper justo scelerisque congue. Nulla elementum aliquet iaculis. Aliquam aliquet nunc purus, ut dignissim lectus volutpat facilisis. Aenean auctor venenatis augue, ac porttitor nisl eleifend et. Donec enim purus, convallis sed ornare vitae, sodales ut libero. Suspendisse mi nibh, dignissim ac lobortis nec, lacinia nec velit. Quisque posuere nunc porttitor justo porttitor, eu malesuada turpis auctor. Praesent metus nisl, placerat a ultrices vel, efficitur sit amet erat. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Cras vitae fringilla nisi, in cursus ante. Aliquam quis iaculis ante. Donec a tellus dui. Quisque ligula leo, volutpat id mi nec, finibus suscipit ante. </div><br />
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<div style="color: white; margin-left: 5px;"> Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nunc pretium arcu sagittis pretium ullamcorper. Aliquam rutrum metus eget tempor aliquet. Aliquam velit lectus, volutpat vitae turpis ut, efficitur pellentesque odio. Praesent ac rutrum urna. Nullam eu libero in turpis auctor commodo non quis nisl. Nunc euismod dui non sapien mattis aliquam. In rhoncus aliquet mollis. Pellentesque eleifend eros efficitur velit imperdiet, ac consectetur libero dignissim. Proin in turpis augue.<br />
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Aliquam aliquet, libero vel suscipit suscipit, ligula purus congue nulla, sit amet rutrum orci ex in erat. Etiam blandit dignissim quam faucibus efficitur. Nullam bibendum aliquet lorem eget iaculis. Vivamus faucibus purus in consequat convallis. Mauris porta congue purus bibendum dapibus. Donec suscipit mauris at feugiat faucibus. Curabitur rhoncus tempus magna et ullamcorper. Cras egestas mauris sit amet tristique iaculis. Nam bibendum lectus in velit porta, a facilisis tellus hendrerit. Morbi orci ante, vulputate a tincidunt ut, pellentesque in libero. Nulla venenatis justo mauris, sed porttitor libero ornare ut.<br />
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Maecenas id metus feugiat, commodo libero condimentum, rhoncus orci. Nam sed augue vel dui maximus malesuada. Aenean eu sem blandit, porttitor lectus a, commodo erat. Praesent sed ex ullamcorper justo scelerisque congue. Nulla elementum aliquet iaculis. Aliquam aliquet nunc purus, ut dignissim lectus volutpat facilisis. Aenean auctor venenatis augue, ac porttitor nisl eleifend et. Donec enim purus, convallis sed ornare vitae, sodales ut libero. Suspendisse mi nibh, dignissim ac lobortis nec, lacinia nec velit. Quisque posuere nunc porttitor justo porttitor, eu malesuada turpis auctor. Praesent metus nisl, placerat a ultrices vel, efficitur sit amet erat. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Cras vitae fringilla nisi, in cursus ante. Aliquam quis iaculis ante. Donec a tellus dui. Quisque ligula leo, volutpat id mi nec, finibus suscipit ante. </div><br />
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<div style="margin-left: 5px;"> Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nunc pretium arcu sagittis pretium ullamcorper. Aliquam rutrum metus eget tempor aliquet. Aliquam velit lectus, volutpat vitae turpis ut, efficitur pellentesque odio. Praesent ac rutrum urna. Nullam eu libero in turpis auctor commodo non quis nisl. Nunc euismod dui non sapien mattis aliquam. In rhoncus aliquet mollis. Pellentesque eleifend eros efficitur velit imperdiet, ac consectetur libero dignissim. Proin in turpis augue.<br />
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Aliquam aliquet, libero vel suscipit suscipit, ligula purus congue nulla, sit amet rutrum orci ex in erat. Etiam blandit dignissim quam faucibus efficitur. Nullam bibendum aliquet lorem eget iaculis. Vivamus faucibus purus in consequat convallis. Mauris porta congue purus bibendum dapibus. Donec suscipit mauris at feugiat faucibus. Curabitur rhoncus tempus magna et ullamcorper. Cras egestas mauris sit amet tristique iaculis. Nam bibendum lectus in velit porta, a facilisis tellus hendrerit. Morbi orci ante, vulputate a tincidunt ut, pellentesque in libero. Nulla venenatis justo mauris, sed porttitor libero ornare ut.<br />
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Maecenas id metus feugiat, commodo libero condimentum, rhoncus orci. Nam sed augue vel dui maximus malesuada. Aenean eu sem blandit, porttitor lectus a, commodo erat. Praesent sed ex ullamcorper justo scelerisque congue. Nulla elementum aliquet iaculis. Aliquam aliquet nunc purus, ut dignissim lectus volutpat facilisis. Aenean auctor venenatis augue, ac porttitor nisl eleifend et. Donec enim purus, convallis sed ornare vitae, sodales ut libero. Suspendisse mi nibh, dignissim ac lobortis nec, lacinia nec velit. Quisque posuere nunc porttitor justo porttitor, eu malesuada turpis auctor. Praesent metus nisl, placerat a ultrices vel, efficitur sit amet erat. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Cras vitae fringilla nisi, in cursus ante. Aliquam quis iaculis ante. Donec a tellus dui. Quisque ligula leo, volutpat id mi nec, finibus suscipit ante. </div><br />
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<div style=" margin-left: 5px;"> Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nunc pretium arcu sagittis pretium ullamcorper. Aliquam rutrum metus eget tempor aliquet. Aliquam velit lectus, volutpat vitae turpis ut, efficitur pellentesque odio. Praesent ac rutrum urna. Nullam eu libero in turpis auctor commodo non quis nisl. Nunc euismod dui non sapien mattis aliquam. In rhoncus aliquet mollis. Pellentesque eleifend eros efficitur velit imperdiet, ac consectetur libero dignissim. Proin in turpis augue.<br />
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Aliquam aliquet, libero vel suscipit suscipit, ligula purus congue nulla, sit amet rutrum orci ex in erat. Etiam blandit dignissim quam faucibus efficitur. Nullam bibendum aliquet lorem eget iaculis. Vivamus faucibus purus in consequat convallis. Mauris porta congue purus bibendum dapibus. Donec suscipit mauris at feugiat faucibus. Curabitur rhoncus tempus magna et ullamcorper. Cras egestas mauris sit amet tristique iaculis. Nam bibendum lectus in velit porta, a facilisis tellus hendrerit. Morbi orci ante, vulputate a tincidunt ut, pellentesque in libero. Nulla venenatis justo mauris, sed porttitor libero ornare ut.<br />
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Maecenas id metus feugiat, commodo libero condimentum, rhoncus orci. Nam sed augue vel dui maximus malesuada. Aenean eu sem blandit, porttitor lectus a, commodo erat. Praesent sed ex ullamcorper justo scelerisque congue. Nulla elementum aliquet iaculis. Aliquam aliquet nunc purus, ut dignissim lectus volutpat facilisis. Aenean auctor venenatis augue, ac porttitor nisl eleifend et. Donec enim purus, convallis sed ornare vitae, sodales ut libero. Suspendisse mi nibh, dignissim ac lobortis nec, lacinia nec velit. Quisque posuere nunc porttitor justo porttitor, eu malesuada turpis auctor. Praesent metus nisl, placerat a ultrices vel, efficitur sit amet erat. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Cras vitae fringilla nisi, in cursus ante. Aliquam quis iaculis ante. Donec a tellus dui. Quisque ligula leo, volutpat id mi nec, finibus suscipit ante. </div><br />
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<div style="color: white; margin-left: 5px;"> Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nunc pretium arcu sagittis pretium ullamcorper. Aliquam rutrum metus eget tempor aliquet. Aliquam velit lectus, volutpat vitae turpis ut, efficitur pellentesque odio. Praesent ac rutrum urna. Nullam eu libero in turpis auctor commodo non quis nisl. Nunc euismod dui non sapien mattis aliquam. In rhoncus aliquet mollis. Pellentesque eleifend eros efficitur velit imperdiet, ac consectetur libero dignissim. Proin in turpis augue.<br />
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Aliquam aliquet, libero vel suscipit suscipit, ligula purus congue nulla, sit amet rutrum orci ex in erat. Etiam blandit dignissim quam faucibus efficitur. Nullam bibendum aliquet lorem eget iaculis. Vivamus faucibus purus in consequat convallis. Mauris porta congue purus bibendum dapibus. Donec suscipit mauris at feugiat faucibus. Curabitur rhoncus tempus magna et ullamcorper. Cras egestas mauris sit amet tristique iaculis. Nam bibendum lectus in velit porta, a facilisis tellus hendrerit. Morbi orci ante, vulputate a tincidunt ut, pellentesque in libero. Nulla venenatis justo mauris, sed porttitor libero ornare ut.<br />
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Maecenas id metus feugiat, commodo libero condimentum, rhoncus orci. Nam sed augue vel dui maximus malesuada. Aenean eu sem blandit, porttitor lectus a, commodo erat. Praesent sed ex ullamcorper justo scelerisque congue. Nulla elementum aliquet iaculis. Aliquam aliquet nunc purus, ut dignissim lectus volutpat facilisis. Aenean auctor venenatis augue, ac porttitor nisl eleifend et. Donec enim purus, convallis sed ornare vitae, sodales ut libero. Suspendisse mi nibh, dignissim ac lobortis nec, lacinia nec velit. Quisque posuere nunc porttitor justo porttitor, eu malesuada turpis auctor. Praesent metus nisl, placerat a ultrices vel, efficitur sit amet erat. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Cras vitae fringilla nisi, in cursus ante. Aliquam quis iaculis ante. Donec a tellus dui. Quisque ligula leo, volutpat id mi nec, finibus suscipit ante. </div><br />
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<div style="color: white; margin-left: 5px;"> Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nunc pretium arcu sagittis pretium ullamcorper. Aliquam rutrum metus eget tempor aliquet. Aliquam velit lectus, volutpat vitae turpis ut, efficitur pellentesque odio. Praesent ac rutrum urna. Nullam eu libero in turpis auctor commodo non quis nisl. Nunc euismod dui non sapien mattis aliquam. In rhoncus aliquet mollis. Pellentesque eleifend eros efficitur velit imperdiet, ac consectetur libero dignissim. Proin in turpis augue.<br />
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Aliquam aliquet, libero vel suscipit suscipit, ligula purus congue nulla, sit amet rutrum orci ex in erat. Etiam blandit dignissim quam faucibus efficitur. Nullam bibendum aliquet lorem eget iaculis. Vivamus faucibus purus in consequat convallis. Mauris porta congue purus bibendum dapibus. Donec suscipit mauris at feugiat faucibus. Curabitur rhoncus tempus magna et ullamcorper. Cras egestas mauris sit amet tristique iaculis. Nam bibendum lectus in velit porta, a facilisis tellus hendrerit. Morbi orci ante, vulputate a tincidunt ut, pellentesque in libero. Nulla venenatis justo mauris, sed porttitor libero ornare ut.<br />
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Maecenas id metus feugiat, commodo libero condimentum, rhoncus orci. Nam sed augue vel dui maximus malesuada. Aenean eu sem blandit, porttitor lectus a, commodo erat. Praesent sed ex ullamcorper justo scelerisque congue. Nulla elementum aliquet iaculis. Aliquam aliquet nunc purus, ut dignissim lectus volutpat facilisis. Aenean auctor venenatis augue, ac porttitor nisl eleifend et. Donec enim purus, convallis sed ornare vitae, sodales ut libero. Suspendisse mi nibh, dignissim ac lobortis nec, lacinia nec velit. Quisque posuere nunc porttitor justo porttitor, eu malesuada turpis auctor. Praesent metus nisl, placerat a ultrices vel, efficitur sit amet erat. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Cras vitae fringilla nisi, in cursus ante. Aliquam quis iaculis ante. Donec a tellus dui. Quisque ligula leo, volutpat id mi nec, finibus suscipit ante. </div><br />
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<div style="margin-left: 5px;"> Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nunc pretium arcu sagittis pretium ullamcorper. Aliquam rutrum metus eget tempor aliquet. Aliquam velit lectus, volutpat vitae turpis ut, efficitur pellentesque odio. Praesent ac rutrum urna. Nullam eu libero in turpis auctor commodo non quis nisl. Nunc euismod dui non sapien mattis aliquam. In rhoncus aliquet mollis. Pellentesque eleifend eros efficitur velit imperdiet, ac consectetur libero dignissim. Proin in turpis augue.<br />
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Aliquam aliquet, libero vel suscipit suscipit, ligula purus congue nulla, sit amet rutrum orci ex in erat. Etiam blandit dignissim quam faucibus efficitur. Nullam bibendum aliquet lorem eget iaculis. Vivamus faucibus purus in consequat convallis. Mauris porta congue purus bibendum dapibus. Donec suscipit mauris at feugiat faucibus. Curabitur rhoncus tempus magna et ullamcorper. Cras egestas mauris sit amet tristique iaculis. Nam bibendum lectus in velit porta, a facilisis tellus hendrerit. Morbi orci ante, vulputate a tincidunt ut, pellentesque in libero. Nulla venenatis justo mauris, sed porttitor libero ornare ut.<br />
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Maecenas id metus feugiat, commodo libero condimentum, rhoncus orci. Nam sed augue vel dui maximus malesuada. Aenean eu sem blandit, porttitor lectus a, commodo erat. Praesent sed ex ullamcorper justo scelerisque congue. Nulla elementum aliquet iaculis. Aliquam aliquet nunc purus, ut dignissim lectus volutpat facilisis. Aenean auctor venenatis augue, ac porttitor nisl eleifend et. Donec enim purus, convallis sed ornare vitae, sodales ut libero. Suspendisse mi nibh, dignissim ac lobortis nec, lacinia nec velit. Quisque posuere nunc porttitor justo porttitor, eu malesuada turpis auctor. Praesent metus nisl, placerat a ultrices vel, efficitur sit amet erat. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Cras vitae fringilla nisi, in cursus ante. Aliquam quis iaculis ante. Donec a tellus dui. Quisque ligula leo, volutpat id mi nec, finibus suscipit ante. </div><br />
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<div style=" margin-left: 5px;"> Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nunc pretium arcu sagittis pretium ullamcorper. Aliquam rutrum metus eget tempor aliquet. Aliquam velit lectus, volutpat vitae turpis ut, efficitur pellentesque odio. Praesent ac rutrum urna. Nullam eu libero in turpis auctor commodo non quis nisl. Nunc euismod dui non sapien mattis aliquam. In rhoncus aliquet mollis. Pellentesque eleifend eros efficitur velit imperdiet, ac consectetur libero dignissim. Proin in turpis augue.<br />
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Aliquam aliquet, libero vel suscipit suscipit, ligula purus congue nulla, sit amet rutrum orci ex in erat. Etiam blandit dignissim quam faucibus efficitur. Nullam bibendum aliquet lorem eget iaculis. Vivamus faucibus purus in consequat convallis. Mauris porta congue purus bibendum dapibus. Donec suscipit mauris at feugiat faucibus. Curabitur rhoncus tempus magna et ullamcorper. Cras egestas mauris sit amet tristique iaculis. Nam bibendum lectus in velit porta, a facilisis tellus hendrerit. Morbi orci ante, vulputate a tincidunt ut, pellentesque in libero. Nulla venenatis justo mauris, sed porttitor libero ornare ut.<br />
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Maecenas id metus feugiat, commodo libero condimentum, rhoncus orci. Nam sed augue vel dui maximus malesuada. Aenean eu sem blandit, porttitor lectus a, commodo erat. Praesent sed ex ullamcorper justo scelerisque congue. Nulla elementum aliquet iaculis. Aliquam aliquet nunc purus, ut dignissim lectus volutpat facilisis. Aenean auctor venenatis augue, ac porttitor nisl eleifend et. Donec enim purus, convallis sed ornare vitae, sodales ut libero. Suspendisse mi nibh, dignissim ac lobortis nec, lacinia nec velit. Quisque posuere nunc porttitor justo porttitor, eu malesuada turpis auctor. Praesent metus nisl, placerat a ultrices vel, efficitur sit amet erat. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Cras vitae fringilla nisi, in cursus ante. Aliquam quis iaculis ante. Donec a tellus dui. Quisque ligula leo, volutpat id mi nec, finibus suscipit ante. </div><br />
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<div style="color: white; margin-left: 5px;"> Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nunc pretium arcu sagittis pretium ullamcorper. Aliquam rutrum metus eget tempor aliquet. Aliquam velit lectus, volutpat vitae turpis ut, efficitur pellentesque odio. Praesent ac rutrum urna. Nullam eu libero in turpis auctor commodo non quis nisl. Nunc euismod dui non sapien mattis aliquam. In rhoncus aliquet mollis. Pellentesque eleifend eros efficitur velit imperdiet, ac consectetur libero dignissim. Proin in turpis augue.<br />
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Aliquam aliquet, libero vel suscipit suscipit, ligula purus congue nulla, sit amet rutrum orci ex in erat. Etiam blandit dignissim quam faucibus efficitur. Nullam bibendum aliquet lorem eget iaculis. Vivamus faucibus purus in consequat convallis. Mauris porta congue purus bibendum dapibus. Donec suscipit mauris at feugiat faucibus. Curabitur rhoncus tempus magna et ullamcorper. Cras egestas mauris sit amet tristique iaculis. Nam bibendum lectus in velit porta, a facilisis tellus hendrerit. Morbi orci ante, vulputate a tincidunt ut, pellentesque in libero. Nulla venenatis justo mauris, sed porttitor libero ornare ut.<br />
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Maecenas id metus feugiat, commodo libero condimentum, rhoncus orci. Nam sed augue vel dui maximus malesuada. Aenean eu sem blandit, porttitor lectus a, commodo erat. Praesent sed ex ullamcorper justo scelerisque congue. Nulla elementum aliquet iaculis. Aliquam aliquet nunc purus, ut dignissim lectus volutpat facilisis. Aenean auctor venenatis augue, ac porttitor nisl eleifend et. Donec enim purus, convallis sed ornare vitae, sodales ut libero. Suspendisse mi nibh, dignissim ac lobortis nec, lacinia nec velit. Quisque posuere nunc porttitor justo porttitor, eu malesuada turpis auctor. Praesent metus nisl, placerat a ultrices vel, efficitur sit amet erat. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Cras vitae fringilla nisi, in cursus ante. Aliquam quis iaculis ante. Donec a tellus dui. Quisque ligula leo, volutpat id mi nec, finibus suscipit ante. </div><br />
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<div style="color: white; margin-left: 5px;"> Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nunc pretium arcu sagittis pretium ullamcorper. Aliquam rutrum metus eget tempor aliquet. Aliquam velit lectus, volutpat vitae turpis ut, efficitur pellentesque odio. Praesent ac rutrum urna. Nullam eu libero in turpis auctor commodo non quis nisl. Nunc euismod dui non sapien mattis aliquam. In rhoncus aliquet mollis. Pellentesque eleifend eros efficitur velit imperdiet, ac consectetur libero dignissim. Proin in turpis augue.<br />
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Aliquam aliquet, libero vel suscipit suscipit, ligula purus congue nulla, sit amet rutrum orci ex in erat. Etiam blandit dignissim quam faucibus efficitur. Nullam bibendum aliquet lorem eget iaculis. Vivamus faucibus purus in consequat convallis. Mauris porta congue purus bibendum dapibus. Donec suscipit mauris at feugiat faucibus. Curabitur rhoncus tempus magna et ullamcorper. Cras egestas mauris sit amet tristique iaculis. Nam bibendum lectus in velit porta, a facilisis tellus hendrerit. Morbi orci ante, vulputate a tincidunt ut, pellentesque in libero. Nulla venenatis justo mauris, sed porttitor libero ornare ut.<br />
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Maecenas id metus feugiat, commodo libero condimentum, rhoncus orci. Nam sed augue vel dui maximus malesuada. Aenean eu sem blandit, porttitor lectus a, commodo erat. Praesent sed ex ullamcorper justo scelerisque congue. Nulla elementum aliquet iaculis. Aliquam aliquet nunc purus, ut dignissim lectus volutpat facilisis. Aenean auctor venenatis augue, ac porttitor nisl eleifend et. Donec enim purus, convallis sed ornare vitae, sodales ut libero. Suspendisse mi nibh, dignissim ac lobortis nec, lacinia nec velit. Quisque posuere nunc porttitor justo porttitor, eu malesuada turpis auctor. Praesent metus nisl, placerat a ultrices vel, efficitur sit amet erat. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Cras vitae fringilla nisi, in cursus ante. Aliquam quis iaculis ante. Donec a tellus dui. Quisque ligula leo, volutpat id mi nec, finibus suscipit ante. </div><br />
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<div style="margin-left: 5px;"> Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nunc pretium arcu sagittis pretium ullamcorper. Aliquam rutrum metus eget tempor aliquet. Aliquam velit lectus, volutpat vitae turpis ut, efficitur pellentesque odio. Praesent ac rutrum urna. Nullam eu libero in turpis auctor commodo non quis nisl. Nunc euismod dui non sapien mattis aliquam. In rhoncus aliquet mollis. Pellentesque eleifend eros efficitur velit imperdiet, ac consectetur libero dignissim. Proin in turpis augue.<br />
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Aliquam aliquet, libero vel suscipit suscipit, ligula purus congue nulla, sit amet rutrum orci ex in erat. Etiam blandit dignissim quam faucibus efficitur. Nullam bibendum aliquet lorem eget iaculis. Vivamus faucibus purus in consequat convallis. Mauris porta congue purus bibendum dapibus. Donec suscipit mauris at feugiat faucibus. Curabitur rhoncus tempus magna et ullamcorper. Cras egestas mauris sit amet tristique iaculis. Nam bibendum lectus in velit porta, a facilisis tellus hendrerit. Morbi orci ante, vulputate a tincidunt ut, pellentesque in libero. Nulla venenatis justo mauris, sed porttitor libero ornare ut.<br />
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Maecenas id metus feugiat, commodo libero condimentum, rhoncus orci. Nam sed augue vel dui maximus malesuada. Aenean eu sem blandit, porttitor lectus a, commodo erat. Praesent sed ex ullamcorper justo scelerisque congue. Nulla elementum aliquet iaculis. Aliquam aliquet nunc purus, ut dignissim lectus volutpat facilisis. Aenean auctor venenatis augue, ac porttitor nisl eleifend et. Donec enim purus, convallis sed ornare vitae, sodales ut libero. Suspendisse mi nibh, dignissim ac lobortis nec, lacinia nec velit. Quisque posuere nunc porttitor justo porttitor, eu malesuada turpis auctor. Praesent metus nisl, placerat a ultrices vel, efficitur sit amet erat. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Cras vitae fringilla nisi, in cursus ante. Aliquam quis iaculis ante. Donec a tellus dui. Quisque ligula leo, volutpat id mi nec, finibus suscipit ante. </div><br />
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<div style=" margin-left: 5px;"> Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nunc pretium arcu sagittis pretium ullamcorper. Aliquam rutrum metus eget tempor aliquet. Aliquam velit lectus, volutpat vitae turpis ut, efficitur pellentesque odio. Praesent ac rutrum urna. Nullam eu libero in turpis auctor commodo non quis nisl. Nunc euismod dui non sapien mattis aliquam. In rhoncus aliquet mollis. Pellentesque eleifend eros efficitur velit imperdiet, ac consectetur libero dignissim. Proin in turpis augue.<br />
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Aliquam aliquet, libero vel suscipit suscipit, ligula purus congue nulla, sit amet rutrum orci ex in erat. Etiam blandit dignissim quam faucibus efficitur. Nullam bibendum aliquet lorem eget iaculis. Vivamus faucibus purus in consequat convallis. Mauris porta congue purus bibendum dapibus. Donec suscipit mauris at feugiat faucibus. Curabitur rhoncus tempus magna et ullamcorper. Cras egestas mauris sit amet tristique iaculis. Nam bibendum lectus in velit porta, a facilisis tellus hendrerit. Morbi orci ante, vulputate a tincidunt ut, pellentesque in libero. Nulla venenatis justo mauris, sed porttitor libero ornare ut.<br />
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Maecenas id metus feugiat, commodo libero condimentum, rhoncus orci. Nam sed augue vel dui maximus malesuada. Aenean eu sem blandit, porttitor lectus a, commodo erat. Praesent sed ex ullamcorper justo scelerisque congue. Nulla elementum aliquet iaculis. Aliquam aliquet nunc purus, ut dignissim lectus volutpat facilisis. Aenean auctor venenatis augue, ac porttitor nisl eleifend et. Donec enim purus, convallis sed ornare vitae, sodales ut libero. Suspendisse mi nibh, dignissim ac lobortis nec, lacinia nec velit. Quisque posuere nunc porttitor justo porttitor, eu malesuada turpis auctor. Praesent metus nisl, placerat a ultrices vel, efficitur sit amet erat. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Cras vitae fringilla nisi, in cursus ante. Aliquam quis iaculis ante. Donec a tellus dui. Quisque ligula leo, volutpat id mi nec, finibus suscipit ante. </div><br />
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