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| <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"That busybody needs to leave well enough alone."</i></div> | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"That busybody needs to leave well enough alone."</i></div> | ||
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| − | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">Aunt Ethla is Amalric's closest living relative. Also a refugee in Thanalan, she checks in on Amalric from time to time, much to his chagrin.</div> | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">Aunt Ethla is Amalric's closest living relative. Also a refugee in Thanalan, she checks in on Amalric from time to time, much to his chagrin. The woman is in poor health, but she never misses an opportunity to preach about the virtues of resisting the Garleans.</div> |
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| <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"I hope she hasn't had any 'accidents' lately..."</i></div> | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"I hope she hasn't had any 'accidents' lately..."</i></div> | ||
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| − | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">Daughter of Ethla, Ilsabet is a promising thaumaturge. True to her adopted surname, however, she wasn't always as precise with her aim as she is today. She is close to Amalric's age and the two grew up together.</div> | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">Daughter of Ethla, Ilsabet is a promising thaumaturge. True to her adopted surname, however, she wasn't always as precise with her aim as she is today. She is close to Amalric's age and the two grew up together. Unlike her cousin, though, Ilsabet is a supporter of the resistance.</div> |
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| − | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Yvain Desrosiers,</b> <i>Lofty Star.</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:# | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Yvain Desrosiers,</b> <i>Lofty Star.</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#F02311;" size="2">♥</font><b>)</b></div> |
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| <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"He's... a beautiful puzzle that I can't seem to find all the pieces for."</i></div> | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"He's... a beautiful puzzle that I can't seem to find all the pieces for."</i></div> | ||
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| − | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">A Sharlayan mage, Yvain would likely never have crossed paths with Amalric, given how different they are - except that they are both "stars" at the Host Club. Drawn together despite warring like fire and ice, the two were in each other's company so often that it became obvious their relationship had a different dimension. | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">A Sharlayan mage, Yvain would likely never have crossed paths with Amalric, given how different they are - except that they are both "stars" at the Host Club. Drawn together despite warring like fire and ice, the two were in each other's company so often that it became obvious their relationship had a different dimension. What exactly that relationship is seems impossible to define at the moment, as with most things, their feelings seem to be at odds. Given any time around Amalric, one would easily be able to tell he is falling for the elezen, but if one instead met Yvain, one might never know there was any fondness there at all.</div> |
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| − | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>J'loh Tia,</b> <i>Rat Star</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="2">●</font><b>)</b></div> |
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| − | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>" | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"And Sald thinks -I'm- the asshole?"</i></div> |
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| − | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"> | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">J'loh has become an ever-increasing sight around the estate, and he's usually being troublesome or rude while he's there. Amalric suspects that the man is smarter than he lets on, and in some ways, J'loh's detached and uneducated nature reminds him of himself - an uncomfortable realization, and one that makes him forgive slights that he would never let pass unmentioned from others.</div> |
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| − | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>" | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Those were both the brightest and darkest days of my life, when Nadegenne ran the Foundlings... I can't believe what she's become, now."</i></div> |
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| − | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"> | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">Amalric ran with Nadegenne's gang of misfit youth for about two years before its disbandment, and her fate was unknown until very recently, when she suddenly plucked Amalric off the docks in Limsa and contracted him for a job. That job, he discovered to his horror, was working for the Garleans, and it led to the death of a dear friend. He has since vowed to find Nadegenne and exact justice for her trickery.</div> |
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| <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">The two of them were paired up during a Host Club outing to the Golden Saucer. Despite his initial thought that she was dimwitted due to her referring to herself in the third person, Fehlis went on to utterly school him in nearly every game on the property - earning his respect.</div> | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">The two of them were paired up during a Host Club outing to the Golden Saucer. Despite his initial thought that she was dimwitted due to her referring to herself in the third person, Fehlis went on to utterly school him in nearly every game on the property - earning his respect.</div> | ||
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| <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">The most notable facet of their interactions has been the way Nihka sings. He isn't sure what to make of her, beyond that she seems completely comfortable with the "star" arrangement - an unsettling prospect. Still, he is fond of her young cub, Sehki, whom he seems to have befriended.</div> | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">The most notable facet of their interactions has been the way Nihka sings. He isn't sure what to make of her, beyond that she seems completely comfortable with the "star" arrangement - an unsettling prospect. Still, he is fond of her young cub, Sehki, whom he seems to have befriended.</div> | ||
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| + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Noveh'to Zhoba,</b> <i>Foundling Brigade</i>. <b>(</b><font style="color:#000000;" size="2">�</font><b>)</b></div> | ||
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| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"I wonder what he's up to these days..."</i></div> | ||
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| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">A miqo'te of mysterious background, Noveh'to had the quickest hands and smoothest tongue of anyone in the Foundlings. While he and Amalric were never close, Amalric owes him his life for getting them all out of sticky situations. He disappeared after the dissolution of the gang.</div> | ||
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| + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Sasamuni Kapamuni,</b> <i>Smuggler</i>. <b>(</b><font | ||
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| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">A shadowy merchant with whom the Foundlings used to work. It is highly suspected that Sasamuni was the one that set up the Foundlings in order to save his own skin with the authorities. Afterward, he left Ul'dah and Amalric has not seen him since. As of late, Amalric has begun to doubt what he believed was the truth about the betrayal.</div> | ||
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| + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Thundering Word,</b> <i>Foundling Brigade</i>. <b>(</b><font style="color:#000000;" size="2">�</font><b>)</b></div> | ||
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| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"He frightened me, but it frightened me more when he was caught."</i></div> | ||
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| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">A serious-minded Hellsguard with incredible magical talent, Amalric often was accompanied by Thundering Word on Foundling jobs. He was caught by the authorities and sentenced to the oubliette. His fate is unknown.</div> | ||
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Amalric did not choose the mercenary lifestyle. Instead, it chose him, through years of unfortunate circumstance leaving him with little else to rely on beyond his gifts his blood has given him.
He was born near Ala Mhigo, but most of his memories are of Thanalan with the thousands of other refugees scratching out a meager existence in the arid region. With Ul'dah and its territory flooded with desperate people willing to risk their lives for a pittance, life was hard for him and for his father and elder sister. They had fled from the Garleans, but as time passed, that safety was became a small, diminishing comfort. It was not all terrible times for the young Amalric; there were childhood friends and holidays and other occasions to smile, but it was truly window-dressing for a bleak and uncertain future. Over time, his father slowly drifted from honest work, into less-honest work, into scarcely any work at all as his health failed him. Amalric's sister's fate was, as it is rumored, just as sad. Neither lives; Amalric has been on his own for a long time now, and he has had to fall back on the things that Highlanders are known for to make his way in the world. He is not one to dwell, but this lack of roots - no homeland, no close family, and a line of work that can take him anywhere - has always made for a man alone, adrift at sea. Whether that will change, only the gods truly know.
As Highlanders go, Amalric is a typical example of his people, with darkened skin, a strong build, and a habit of shaving away his eyebrows. His flesh is marred with scars from wounds both old and recent, indicative of the hard life he has lived. Portions of his back are especially scarred from burns, but he isn't keen to talk about the cause of it. He sometimes gets self-conscious when shirtless due to them, but the roughness of clothing against the sensitive, rough scarring is sometimes enough to make him just put up with prying eyes.
Lightly armored but always armed, Amalric is usually dressed in something bland if you're seeing him in daylight. Sometimes it helps to blend in - as much as a Highlander can in some places, anyway. If he's wearing much color at all, expect it to be green. When in social situations, he's likely to wear something that exposes his muscled arms, which he contends is his best feature. In battle, he values function over form, eschewing any sense of fashion if wearing something else would be more practical. This usually means a lot of leather for maximum mobility. As for weapons, he favors a polearm when working, but is also capable enough with hand-to-hand or daggers, if the occasion calls for it. In all cases, the weapons lack much ornamentation and the spear in particular looks to be rather old, though cared-for.
He's not without a moral center, and he does feel remorse, guilt, and/or shame when the occasion calls for it, such as when the job he takes means he's going to shaking down someone that might not deserve it or even have the means to fight back. Mercenaries are just as often hired by those with ill intentions as good ones, after all, but a mercenary with too many ethical objections is a mercenary that goes hungry, so he tries to put it aside and remind himself of the necessity. Despite his insistence that he holds nothing sacred, though, he does hold a few standards: he will not betray a real friend, kill a child, or do any job that would benefit a slave trade, against whom he holds strong grudge. In the end, though, this single-minded focus on himself and his needs has left very little room for anything else. He rarely plans anything beyond the horizon of next week, choosing to enjoy moments for what they are instead of trying to build them into something better. In truth, he may not even know how to do anything else. Deep thought has always been a luxury he couldn't afford.
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