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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #000000;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''L I K E S'''</center></div></h3> | <div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #000000;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''L I K E S'''</center></div></h3> | ||
| − | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''$$$ GIL $$$'''. Or more specifically, the sight and sound of his own jewelry glinting and jingling as he walks, the feel of luxurious fabric brushing his skin, and three or more decadent meals a day, with hearty snacks in between. Having had ample time in his cell to reflect upon how he was once treated by his peers, he's since decided to | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''$$$ GIL $$$'''. Or more specifically, the sight and sound of his own jewelry glinting and jingling as he walks, the feel of luxurious fabric brushing his skin, and three or more decadent meals a day, with hearty snacks in between. Having had ample time in his cell to reflect upon how he was once treated by his peers, he's since decided to pursue nothing less than a comfortable, self-serving life.</font></div> |
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Dark Environments'''. The curtains are always drawn within his own spaces.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Dark Environments'''. The curtains are always drawn within his own spaces.</font></div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Long Naps & Long Baths'''.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Long Naps & Long Baths'''.</font></div> | ||
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| − | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#444146;font-family:Georgia;">Born ''Ganzeyn Guldlorasyn'' to a young single mother, the boy who'd one day decide he'd really rather be called something less... presumptuous... grew from a doughy infant into a pudgy toddler, spending | + | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#444146;font-family:Georgia;">Born ''Ganzeyn Guldlorasyn'' to a young single mother, the boy who'd one day decide he'd really rather be called something less... presumptuous... grew from a doughy infant into a pudgy toddler, spending nearly every waking hour of his little life pampered, coddled, and doted upon, before Guldlora passed away suddenly, quietly—and as the chirurgeons ruled it—from natural causes in her sleep. Her Will read thus: every coin she'd earned working at the lapidary would be relinquished to Thal's tithe. In exchange, the Ossuary was to make absolutely certain her son was cared for. |
| − | The congregation at Arrzaneth approached this request with (albeit scoffing) seriousness, it being their duty to the honor the final wishes of well-paying devotees, no matter how trifling or ridiculous. However, they did not have to debate exactly how they planned to fulfill | + | The congregation at Arrzaneth approached this request with (albeit scoffing) seriousness, it being their duty to the honor the final wishes of well-paying devotees, no matter how trifling or ridiculous. However, they did not have to debate exactly how they planned to fulfill Guldlora's overlong. To the surprise of most of their order, Onzonza Onza, whose crabbiness was infamous among their ranks, rose to the task. When Guldlora lived, she'd crafted Onzonza a scepter etched with the most detailed relief of a serpent biting a man in half she'd ever seen. For that, she made the necessary preparations for Ganzeyn to be moved into the dormitory next to hers, and when her schedule allowed it, she would see to it that the boy was taught all he needed. In time, he'd become one of their own—''if'' he so chose. |
Such was how the reclusive denizens of Arrzaneth Ossuary found themselves plagued by a large child waddling through their halls, wailing at obscene hours. And how Ganzeyn eventually came to feel at home in its heavy shadows, surrounded by scripture and frankincense-scented death. | Such was how the reclusive denizens of Arrzaneth Ossuary found themselves plagued by a large child waddling through their halls, wailing at obscene hours. And how Ganzeyn eventually came to feel at home in its heavy shadows, surrounded by scripture and frankincense-scented death. | ||
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Scratching eight fulms tall, Boar is a great, big lumbering thing, built in broad strokes. His shoulders are almost as wide as some of Eorzea's races are tall, as is his waist, while his hands are large enough that they look ill-suited to picking up average-sized tools, let alone performing any task that requires precision (yet his long nails are always painted and cared for). Atop a reasonable amount of core muscle, Boar carries an additional two hundred and fifty or so extra ponze, which round out his features and settle into a prominent gut that sticks far out in front of him. Frequently, his small, sleepy eyes are obscured by a mane-like head of black hair. It appears disheveled at a glance, but is in fact just cut that way: haphazardly, and into many uneven layers. Often, they're left hanging down over his face, concealing everything but his underbite, and the breeze is more likely to brush them back out of the way than he is. A windless day will ensure they never move despite the desert heat, tacked in place by sweat. What he's hiding is what some might consider a bit of a "baby face": permanently pouting lips, cherubic cheeks, a stout, slightly upturned nose. Any mention of the word cute will cause him to grimace and/or groan. Or to turn and leave promptly. Aspects That Stand Out:
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Born Ganzeyn Guldlorasyn to a young single mother, the boy who'd one day decide he'd really rather be called something less... presumptuous... grew from a doughy infant into a pudgy toddler, spending nearly every waking hour of his little life pampered, coddled, and doted upon, before Guldlora passed away suddenly, quietly—and as the chirurgeons ruled it—from natural causes in her sleep. Her Will read thus: every coin she'd earned working at the lapidary would be relinquished to Thal's tithe. In exchange, the Ossuary was to make absolutely certain her son was cared for.
The congregation at Arrzaneth approached this request with (albeit scoffing) seriousness, it being their duty to the honor the final wishes of well-paying devotees, no matter how trifling or ridiculous. However, they did not have to debate exactly how they planned to fulfill Guldlora's overlong. To the surprise of most of their order, Onzonza Onza, whose crabbiness was infamous among their ranks, rose to the task. When Guldlora lived, she'd crafted Onzonza a scepter etched with the most detailed relief of a serpent biting a man in half she'd ever seen. For that, she made the necessary preparations for Ganzeyn to be moved into the dormitory next to hers, and when her schedule allowed it, she would see to it that the boy was taught all he needed. In time, he'd become one of their own—if he so chose. Such was how the reclusive denizens of Arrzaneth Ossuary found themselves plagued by a large child waddling through their halls, wailing at obscene hours. And how Ganzeyn eventually came to feel at home in its heavy shadows, surrounded by scripture and frankincense-scented death. He was a withdrawn youth, quiet and not terribly confident, but still eager. He'd happily do whatever he was told. Likewise, his seniors were happy to entrust him with their errands, if it stopped the big lout from looming around them. Any time a heavy casket needed to be toted to and fro, he was usually called upon. Ganzeyn learned everything there was to know about preparing the dead for burial when he was ultimately drafted as a mortician's assistant, well before he was old enough to take the order's vows and begin practicing magic. (==wip==)
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