Artorias Zyat

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Artorias Zyat

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[edit] Personality & Appearance His Past & Concealed Identity Relationships and Likes OOC & General Information Personality 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. 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. Appearance Build: Lithe, muscle toned. Height: 5' 7" Skin: Ash Gray Hair & Fur: Black w/ White Highlights. Facial Hair: Short chin beard. Eyes: Indigo Distinguishing Features: Noticeable scars: Scar on left cheek, scar over his right eye. Other marks: Two sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical. Attire 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. Age: 1-19 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. 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. Age: 19-24 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. 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. 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.