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"Hold your tongue. We're talking about ghosts of the past. While I may carry the memories of the man you knew as Cyrilaux Ardouin, we are not the same individual. Not anymore."
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Yet not one of the astrologians could have divined an incident from within the city walls. One cold autumn night, a young Cyrilaux had been woken up in his home to the screams of his sister being devoured by two Dravanian aevis, with both of their parents strangely missing without a trace. He and Valmont only barely survived before an order of Temple Knights burst in his home and killed the two dragons. Worse still, the investigation led by Holy See inquisitors had concluded that Cyrilaux’s parents themselves were the dragons, impersonating Ishgardian citizens in order to stage a surprise attack against the Archbishop and highborn persons of influence. How else could the church explain the presence of dragons in the inner sanctums of the city, well behind the magical paling which had protected Ishgard from the Dravanian Horde for centuries? Any other theory would have been a massive embarrassment for both the Holy See and the Archbishop’s divine rule. | Yet not one of the astrologians could have divined an incident from within the city walls. One cold autumn night, a young Cyrilaux had been woken up in his home to the screams of his sister being devoured by two Dravanian aevis, with both of their parents strangely missing without a trace. He and Valmont only barely survived before an order of Temple Knights burst in his home and killed the two dragons. Worse still, the investigation led by Holy See inquisitors had concluded that Cyrilaux’s parents themselves were the dragons, impersonating Ishgardian citizens in order to stage a surprise attack against the Archbishop and highborn persons of influence. How else could the church explain the presence of dragons in the inner sanctums of the city, well behind the magical paling which had protected Ishgard from the Dravanian Horde for centuries? Any other theory would have been a massive embarrassment for both the Holy See and the Archbishop’s divine rule. | ||
− | As accounts of the impersonation talents of Dravanians was well documented, such an accusation was as good as a death sentence, and in just one night, the reputation of House Ardouin was completely destroyed. Convinced that the entire family were nothing more than imposters, the Holy See put dozens of Cyrilaux’s relatives to the sword in a series of mock tribunals and public executions. Others still were lynched in the streets. Even today, he cannot recall many of their names… | + | As accounts of the impersonation talents of Dravanians was well documented, such an accusation was as good as a death sentence, and in just one night, the reputation of House Ardouin was completely destroyed. Convinced that the entire family were nothing more than imposters, the Holy See put dozens of Cyrilaux’s relatives to the sword in a series of mock tribunals and public executions. His liege lord, Lord Durendaire, would not lift a finger in assistance after the attempted plot on his wife. Others still were lynched in the streets. Even today, he cannot recall many of their names… |
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A newer member of the Wood Wailers of Gridania. According to some of the older villagers, Cyrilaux appeared in the Twelveswood shortly after the Calamity of the Seventh Umbral Era with nary a gil or tale to his name. At first glance, he gives the impression of a man of little ambition, seemingly content with keeping out of the spotlight while serving as a mid-level member of the Lancer’s Guild. Despite clearly not being a Gridanian native, his uncanny skill with a spear has helped him earn the trust of the local populations as a reliable, if not unadorned, soldier. His somewhat stiff and noble mannerisms divulge his true background as a secret exile of Ishgard used to being in the company of lords.
Cyril has been known to carry a spear since taking his first steps in Gridania about five years ago. When on duty as a member of the Lancer’s Guild, Cyril wears the standard Wood Wailer uniform complete with mask. Otherwise, he typically sticks to unassuming clothing so as not to stand out, seemingly by deliberate choice. While he has been a part of the Gridanian military for at least a few years now, he has never been said to have been seriously injured. Thus, it is unknown what caused the prominent scar on the left side of his face.
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When on duty, he will often be found in areas of the Black Shroud, or in Gridania, keeping the peace. He will leave the Twelveswood on official assignments and missions.
Almost as if by deliberate choice, Cyrilaux is content with his role as a steadfast, reliable, yet unambitious member of the Wood Wailers, and very rarely speaks of his own hopes and dreams beyond his standard duties. As a traveling companion, he is happy to let others take the reins, merely providing the support – both in battle prowess and as a motivator – to see others reach their goals. Despite this, he is no stranger to taking command, and would never allow the lack of clear direction or leadership steer a group towards failure, at least towards responsibilities of friend and realm. Yet these same qualities would serve to betray his own deep desires and disparage his hidden potential. Something is keeping him shackled – fears, doubts or something more sinister? Without a push in the right direction, he seems intent to live and die without experiencing all that Eorzea has to offer.
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