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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 future-mercenary went from doughy infant to 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. Regarding this, Guldlora was exhaustively specific, going so far as to include an exact regimen.
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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 one day-mercenary went from doughy infant to 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. Regarding this, Guldlora was exhaustively specific, going so far as to include an exact regimen.
  
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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 for long. 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.
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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 for long. To the surprise of most of their order, Onzonza Onza—though infamous for her crabbiness 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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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.
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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. This was all ''well'' before he was old enough to take the order's vows and begin practicing magic.
  
 
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Scratching eight fulms tall, Boar is a great, big lumbering thing. He possesses excessively wide shoulders to match an excessively wide gait, and hands 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 a few hundred extra ponze, which round out his features and settle into a prominent gut that sticks far out in front of him.

Often, his small, sleepy eyes are obscured by a mane-like head of black hair. It appears disheveled at a glance, yet is in fact just cut that way: haphazardly, and into many uneven layers. They have a habit of falling over his face in heavy chunks, sometimes concealing almost 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 chronic baby face: permanently pouting lips, cherubic cheeks, a stout, black-tipped nose. Any mention of the word cute will cause him to grimace and/or groan. Or to turn and leave promptly.

He has far fewer reservations about his body, which over the years he's had embellished with gold piercings and swirling tattoos that cover half of his torso, derived from Abalathian folklore. At the center of his back is a stylized boar's head weeping from a singular eye.

Aspects That Stand Out:
■ Enormous.
■ Heavily-tattooed.
■ Hair in face like a bad high-school stereotype



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ಌ INFORMATION ಌ
Name - Sulking Boar
Race - Hellsguard Roegadyn
Age - 27
Name Day - TEXT
Deity - Nald'thal
■ Alias: Boar
■ Citizenship: Ul'dah
■ Occupation: Mercenary / Freelance Thaumaturge
■ Hair color: Black
■ Eye color: Amber
■ Complexion: Copper
■ Body Type: Overweight
■ Piercings: Ears x7, Tongue, Nipples, Navel
■ Tattoos: Near-total coverage on upper back, chest, shoulders, and biceps.
■ Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
■ Affiliations: Arrzaneth Ossuary, Brotherhood of Ash
■ Companion(s):

- Iron Maiden, “Ira” for short. A black and grey cat missing a back limb. Wears a prosthetic commissioned from Eshtaime’s Aesthetics.
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