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− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">Delphine became more paranoid as the moons passed. Certain that Anatole meant to take Amandine away she resolved to run. Delphine had become anchored to Amandine-- she was everything to her, more than her child. Amandine had become the 'thing' that defined who Delphine was. Without Amandine, Delphine thought she would exist as nothing, be no-one, have no purpose. That she would physically and mentally fade away. So Delphine gathered Amandine when the sun sank beneath the horizon and stole away into the evening. Abandoning Anatole, just as he had abandoned them.<br><br>Arriving to an empty home spurred fears that had rested in the pit of Anatole’s stomach-- fears that now coiled his innards like snakes and squeezed the breath from him. Still, he pushed onwards and pursued his wife and daughter, scouring the city for their presence. <br><br>When he found them they stood at the city walls, Delphine held Amandine in her arms tightly. Consumed by rage and confusion, Anatole lashed out at Delphine-- accusing her verbally of being "sick, deranged and a thief." He lamented to her that he could not believe that she would steal his child from him. That he could not believe how "witless" she had become-- how she had failed as a mother and a wife. Anatole's fury battered Delphine like waves upon the sand. With each spiteful piece spit from his mouth she felt a little more of herself wash away. | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2">Delphine became more paranoid as the moons passed. Certain that Anatole meant to take Amandine away she resolved to run. Delphine had become anchored to Amandine-- she was everything to her, more than her child. Amandine had become the 'thing' that defined who Delphine was. Without Amandine, Delphine thought she would exist as nothing, be no-one, have no purpose. That she would physically and mentally fade away. So Delphine gathered Amandine when the sun sank beneath the horizon and stole away into the evening. Abandoning Anatole, just as he had abandoned them.<br><br>Arriving to an empty home spurred fears that had rested in the pit of Anatole’s stomach-- fears that now coiled his innards like snakes and squeezed the breath from him. Still, he pushed onwards and pursued his wife and daughter, scouring the city for their presence. <br><br>When he found them they stood at the city walls, Delphine held Amandine in her arms tightly. Consumed by rage and confusion, Anatole lashed out at Delphine-- accusing her verbally of being "sick, deranged and a thief." He lamented to her that he could not believe that she would steal his child from him. That he could not believe how "witless" she had become-- how she had failed as a mother and a wife. Anatole's fury battered Delphine like waves upon the sand. With each spiteful piece spit from his mouth she felt a little more of herself wash away. <br><br>Anatole made to lay hands upon Delphine, to drag her home, but as he moved forwards she moved back. It was in this moment that they both realized what was to come. Delphine, realizing that the only way she could keep her child, pressed her heels against the city's low rising wall. "Sometimes when you win, you lose.."<br><br>Delphine tipped her body back, over the barricade of the wall with Amandine in her arms. A fall that killed both of them. </font></div><br> |
− | <br><br>Anatole made to lay hands upon Delphine, to drag her home, but as he moved forwards she moved back. It was in this moment that they both realized what was to come. Delphine, realizing that the only way she could keep her child, pressed her heels against the city's low rising wall. "Sometimes when you win, you lose.."<br><br>Delphine tipped her body back, over the barricade of the wall with Amandine in her arms. A fall that killed both of them. </font></div><br> | ||
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+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2"> Following the great tragedies of his life, Anatole renounced his family title and nobility. Struggling to face the gravity of events that had circled his life, and his involment in there outcomes, he devoted himself to becoming a Dragon Knight of Ishgard. An act that was both selfless and cowardly. For when Anatole was asked to comment on the death of his wife and young daughter, he only responded with "she fell". Unable, still, to accept the reality of what had happened, he sought to hide his pain, and guilt, under the armour of the Dragoon. <br><br> | ||
+ | Anatole was inspired by the strength of will, duty and honour of the Dragon Knights. He witnessed them lay their life on the line to defend the city and their loved ones. This stirred something in Anatole that made him believe he may still be redeemed-- that if he gave his life to the city he may find peace in the world after. <br><br> | ||
+ | During a particular wicked encounter with a dragon Anatole was struck down, the visor of his helmet ripped from his face. The dragon had its way, maiming Anatole with its massive claws, before he was rescued by a friend and colleague. Slipping in and out of consciousness Anatole experienced a "new death" vision which led him to believe that his soul was destined for torment as a result of the actions of his life. Scared, bleeding, and nearly dead, Anatole crawled away from battle-- leaving his friend behind to fend against the mighty dragon. | ||
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+ | Anatole nursed his wounds in a private location and packed a bag. Scared to face death, Anatole resolved to flee the city and abandon his duty. Knowing that he could never return to his life, for he would surely be prosecuted as a deserter, he created a new identity for himself . | ||
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+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#585350;" size="2"> Anatole has since abandoned his birthname and taken the alias "Acacius Babinaeux' in its stead. The disguise he wears somehow comforts him, heloing him thinking he still has a chance at being a good man.</font></div> | ||
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Revision as of 07:38, 16 May 2016
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General Information Acasius Babineaux, born Anatole de Dampierre, is a former noble and Dragon Knight of Ishgard. When nearly meeting death in battle at the talons of a dragon, Anatole defected from his duty and state. Unable to return to Ishgard out of fear of prosecution, Anatole has denounced his identity and now travels as the self-named Acasius Babineaux. Appearance
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History Acasius likes to keep his cards close to his chest. He won't be interested in discussing his past, or details about who he is. If he were to share any private information it would be a monumental leap of faith on his part, and show a sincere appreciation and trust.
Disclaimer: I am extremely new to FFXIV and still learning the lore. As such, points of this backstory are likely to change as my understanding improves. Please consider this as a work in progress and not the final result.
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