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+ | Upon leaving his home and given family behind, Dayir scraped together a meager living, taking odd jobs where he could, wandering the Eorzean continent in search of information. For two long, harsh years, the man was little more than a vagabond with an unfortunate amount of wanderlust. His hard work would pay dividends in the long run, however. The Calamity brought about great change to the land, and places that were once well-traveled were now unsafe, even impassible, for all but the bravest, or most foolhardy. Dayir was, and still is, both. Risking life and limb on wild hunches and making desperate plays built on nothing but bravado and bold claims, the man became known, slowly but surely, as a valued contributor to the combined knowledge of the lore of the continent, placing himself where very few scholars are willing to go, and nearly killing himself in the process. | ||
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+ | In his mind, however, his work is only beginning, and much of the world is still ripe to be delved into, secrets still buried, lying in wait for the next intrepid soul to uncover them. Dayir carries a heavy heart; he has not been home in a long time, and the bitterness of his past still weighs on him much more than he would ever care to admit. What drives the man so doggedly forward? Dayir still has a long way to go. | ||
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− | : ■ '''I will play''' There is very little that I am not comfortable with | + | : ■ '''I will play''' There is very little that I am not comfortable with. I am comfortable with combat, romance, as well as darker themes, including painful stories, and murder. I am willing to RP over Discord, if that's more comfortable to you! |
: ■ '''Ask about''' Cheating; this is more of a personal pain. | : ■ '''Ask about''' Cheating; this is more of a personal pain. |
Revision as of 09:14, 20 October 2018
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The Basics
General Information Dayir Laurent is a man who carries a mystery all to himself. Some have known the man who delves into the deepest, most insane depths at the spurring of a mere rumor. That man is armed, covered in tools and equipment, a curious glint in his eye and a focused resolve on his expression. Several others know the man who walks with all the confidence that Hydaelyn can bestow, ancient jewelry hanging from his body, long coat billowing as he moves. That man is the one who finds himself with the strange, the arcane, and the beautiful, some curiosities going to the highest bidder... some going only Twelve know where. Making his living, ostensibly, as a merchant, Dayir is simply someone who wants what no one else knows exists, chasing artifacts, magickal research, and lost places, a hound for the lore of the world, and a man with the resolve and talent to seek it out.
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