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− | ::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;">Denz's hair follows the family tradition of being a dominantly dark shade of black, his mother's dark brown hair only deepening the shade for most of her children. Denz has worn his hair in many different fashions throughout his life, keeping it well trimmed and short for most of his early childhood, practically indistinguishable from | + | ::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;">Denz's hair follows the family tradition of being a dominantly dark shade of black, his mother's dark brown hair only deepening the shade for most of her children. Denz has worn his hair in many different fashions throughout his life, keeping it well trimmed and short for most of his early childhood, practically indistinguishable from his other two brothers. As he reached adulthood, he has enjoyed his hair at greater lengths, especially when the locks would hide his tattoo from view to avoid the uncomfortable stares it would garner. His hair is long enough to be braided properly, but he will typically have it laying naturally to one side. When he equips his helmet, he simply folds his hair backwards on top of itself and free from his face. Unlike both of his brothers, he refuses to let his facial hair grow, believing it does not compliment him. More recently, Denz has begun to keep the hair from his eyes. Living in warming temperatures, and adventuring to even hotter ones, he prefers his hair out of his face and reducing the heat it holds with it drawn back with a simple band. </div> |
::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;">His eyes are also a common trait seen in most of the De'bayles, a blue, deep and reflecting of the man's long standing heritage. </div> | ::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;">His eyes are also a common trait seen in most of the De'bayles, a blue, deep and reflecting of the man's long standing heritage. </div> | ||
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“Get Denz, while that aether is still in her dying body!” Aegisan’s eyes widened, before Farstan pushed him towards the door. “Now!” | “Get Denz, while that aether is still in her dying body!” Aegisan’s eyes widened, before Farstan pushed him towards the door. “Now!” | ||
− | The middle brother stumbled into the hallway, eyes turning down each hall, as if he was in an unknown dungeon. The sun had finished setting, as the dark night cast shadows along the walls. Aegisan moved towards the room where his children were sleeping. He could feel the small vestiges of loose dark aether preying upon his mind, shadows swarming the edge of his vision, images flashing by that his will alone had to write as false. Placing a hand upon the wall, he stumbled towards the end of the hall, where several doors to different bedrooms lay. The end of the hall is where his family was. Placing a hand upon the knob, he blinked, another hand appearing over his. Flinching to the side, his pale face showing fear at Nuarmac’s wife, Christienna. Her own face showed worry, and seeing Aegisan’s bloodied front, she gasped, a hand coming to her mouth as she took off the way he came from. The father opened the door slowly, and fortunately, none of his family stirred, despite the aetherial chaos that ensued. Only one large bed was in the room, which his wife Elliana rested in. Two cribs flanked the bed, and at the foot of the bed on small mattress was Aegisan’s oldest son, Armont. He stumbled to the left side of the bed, moving towards the crib. Inside slept two babies, twin siblings, Guillemont and | + | The middle brother stumbled into the hallway, eyes turning down each hall, as if he was in an unknown dungeon. The sun had finished setting, as the dark night cast shadows along the walls. Aegisan moved towards the room where his children were sleeping. He could feel the small vestiges of loose dark aether preying upon his mind, shadows swarming the edge of his vision, images flashing by that his will alone had to write as false. Placing a hand upon the wall, he stumbled towards the end of the hall, where several doors to different bedrooms lay. The end of the hall is where his family was. Placing a hand upon the knob, he blinked, another hand appearing over his. Flinching to the side, his pale face showing fear at Nuarmac’s wife, Christienna. Her own face showed worry, and seeing Aegisan’s bloodied front, she gasped, a hand coming to her mouth as she took off the way he came from. The father opened the door slowly, and fortunately, none of his family stirred, despite the aetherial chaos that ensued. Only one large bed was in the room, which his wife Elliana rested in. Two cribs flanked the bed, and at the foot of the bed on small mattress was Aegisan’s oldest son, Armont. He stumbled to the left side of the bed, moving towards the crib. Inside slept two babies, twin siblings, Guillemont and Astrelle. Shaking his head at the wrong crib, he moved around to the other side of the bed, seeing his youngest child Denzel sleep. Only a few months old, this family trip from Ishgard had been for him to acquire the tattoo and see the De’bayle family reunited. Now, he was sending his baby into certain danger. But they were all in danger, now. Gingerly picking up the small form, he moved to leave the room, before a small voice called out. “Father?” |
Armont stirred from his mattress, a small hand grasping the dark before it wrapped around a thin object. Pulling it out from underneath his blanket, the young boy hugged a toy spear to his chest. Aegisan moved over to his son, adjusting Denz to a single hand to place his other on Armont’s head. “It’s alright, son. It’s just a bad dream. Go back to bed, and we’ll have chocolate for breakfast tomorrow.” Armont gave a small, tired gasp of excitement, before snuggling back up underneath the covers. The father let out a breath of relief, turning back to the door. Though the darkness touched his mind, his children, sleeping and in his arms, reinforced his resolve as he marched back down the halls. ''“Have faith in Leliara… or you own son.”'' Aegisan was afraid for Denz, but he held onto every hope he could that he would make it through this. Arriving back at the ritual room, Nuarmac was embracing Christienna, both sobbing. Farstan saw Aegisan and Denz, placing a hand on Christienna’s shoulder. She flailed her arms out, a face of hate and anger turning towards the other two brothers. <br> | Armont stirred from his mattress, a small hand grasping the dark before it wrapped around a thin object. Pulling it out from underneath his blanket, the young boy hugged a toy spear to his chest. Aegisan moved over to his son, adjusting Denz to a single hand to place his other on Armont’s head. “It’s alright, son. It’s just a bad dream. Go back to bed, and we’ll have chocolate for breakfast tomorrow.” Armont gave a small, tired gasp of excitement, before snuggling back up underneath the covers. The father let out a breath of relief, turning back to the door. Though the darkness touched his mind, his children, sleeping and in his arms, reinforced his resolve as he marched back down the halls. ''“Have faith in Leliara… or you own son.”'' Aegisan was afraid for Denz, but he held onto every hope he could that he would make it through this. Arriving back at the ritual room, Nuarmac was embracing Christienna, both sobbing. Farstan saw Aegisan and Denz, placing a hand on Christienna’s shoulder. She flailed her arms out, a face of hate and anger turning towards the other two brothers. <br> | ||
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Such thoughts escaped Denz, the young man coming upon his seventeenth summer, staring out of his opened window in wonder. The portal had barely been opened since the snow set in, but on this day, the sun shined brighter than ever, melting the snow and blanketing the town in a welcome humidity. The air carried a fresh scent to it, as many people left their homes to walk openly along the streets, despite the slush and wet their boots combated. Bathing in the sun’s warmth did Ishgard’s people find a small sliver of hope in these morbid days, though Denz could do little more than watch from beyond his room window. Sighing, he moved away from the window to observe his room. Well lit from the sun, the rays touched two beds of fair size for a single elezen to sleep comfortably in each. Half of the room mirrored the other, dressers, side tables, a vanity, and chests looked upon their brothers across the room. One side of the room was completely untouched, the bed made and the area clean of any mess, while the side Denz stayed on was in chaos. Clothes littered the floor, books and dirtied plates covering much of any surface above the ground. His bedsheets were tossed in multiple directions, and his vanity was littered with numerous papers. The only reasonably clean part of his room was the windowsill that basked in the sun. Upon sat a small pot, lavender sprouting from the end of green stalks. Denz had managed to keep it fairly watered and kept for, but what little sunlight had pierced the deep clouds of the snowy months had seen the plant slowly degrade. | Such thoughts escaped Denz, the young man coming upon his seventeenth summer, staring out of his opened window in wonder. The portal had barely been opened since the snow set in, but on this day, the sun shined brighter than ever, melting the snow and blanketing the town in a welcome humidity. The air carried a fresh scent to it, as many people left their homes to walk openly along the streets, despite the slush and wet their boots combated. Bathing in the sun’s warmth did Ishgard’s people find a small sliver of hope in these morbid days, though Denz could do little more than watch from beyond his room window. Sighing, he moved away from the window to observe his room. Well lit from the sun, the rays touched two beds of fair size for a single elezen to sleep comfortably in each. Half of the room mirrored the other, dressers, side tables, a vanity, and chests looked upon their brothers across the room. One side of the room was completely untouched, the bed made and the area clean of any mess, while the side Denz stayed on was in chaos. Clothes littered the floor, books and dirtied plates covering much of any surface above the ground. His bedsheets were tossed in multiple directions, and his vanity was littered with numerous papers. The only reasonably clean part of his room was the windowsill that basked in the sun. Upon sat a small pot, lavender sprouting from the end of green stalks. Denz had managed to keep it fairly watered and kept for, but what little sunlight had pierced the deep clouds of the snowy months had seen the plant slowly degrade. | ||
− | Alongside the recuperating pot sat two worn ragdolls, simple short stuffed skins, wrapped in five places to give stubby appendages and a round head, one in a simple rendition of a knight’s armor, and one wearing a maiden’s gown. They had been his twin siblings’, both gone from the house. | + | Alongside the recuperating pot sat two worn ragdolls, simple short stuffed skins, wrapped in five places to give stubby appendages and a round head, one in a simple rendition of a knight’s armor, and one wearing a maiden’s gown. They had been his twin siblings’, both gone from the house. Astrelle had left to explore Eorzea, much to the detriment of her family, in addition to forsaking her arranged marriage to their rival house, Menideal. The prospect of peace between the two families was shattered as she told her family of such, repeating such news to the hotheaded eldest son, Jerace Menideal, garnering no small amount of hate for both herself and the De’bayle house. Denz felt upset at her absence, but he also knew what such an arrangement entailed. Being foisted around as a simple object of social status, mocked by the nobles for her birth, and locked away in an ivory tower to watch the world move on without her intervention. Much like the maiden doll in Denz’s hands. Placing it back on the window sill, he observed the knight doll next. It had seen more rigorous use, the object of flailing and the weapon of choice for the young Guillemont during his days of imaginary dragon slaying. Such days became a reality when the middle son would step forth to relieve Armont of his expected knighting. The eldest brother had much to consider and worry about, as the next Head of House to follow their father. The crucibles expected of him to face as a knight, in light of the duty he is bound to uphold as a De’bayle, was too much all at once. Guillemont was a quiet boy, but his words always held weight. With his family’s blessing, he too took flight from the house to endlessly train with the Temple Knights. Three years passed, and but a few short weeks ago, amongst the blistering snows, did Guillemont obtain full knighthood. The De’bayle had a party in his honor, a happy reminder of the family’s cohesion and support of one another. The only flaw in this was his missing twin. |
Placing the knight doll back on the sill, Denz stared out to the streets once more in determination. Even now, Armont still tirelessly hoped to obtain a knighthood himself, despite the protestations of his family to prioritize the family’s political positions. <br> | Placing the knight doll back on the sill, Denz stared out to the streets once more in determination. Even now, Armont still tirelessly hoped to obtain a knighthood himself, despite the protestations of his family to prioritize the family’s political positions. <br> | ||
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“You’ve grown in such a fine young man, Denzel. Ailleard’s is hoping they could have you apprentice with them to learn how to be a culinarian.” Denz blinked in surprise. <br> | “You’ve grown in such a fine young man, Denzel. Ailleard’s is hoping they could have you apprentice with them to learn how to be a culinarian.” Denz blinked in surprise. <br> | ||
“Th-they want me?” His mother nodded excitedly. <br> | “Th-they want me?” His mother nodded excitedly. <br> | ||
− | “I know! Isn’t it incredible? I know it wouldn’t be as glamorous as being a knight, baby, but we’ve already Armont and Guillemont risking themselves out there, | + | “I know! Isn’t it incredible? I know it wouldn’t be as glamorous as being a knight, baby, but we’ve already Armont and Guillemont risking themselves out there, Astrelle wandering the world…” She squeezes his hand once more. “I just want you to have a safe life.” Denz’s face fell, looking down at the ground they walked past. How could he ruin his mother’s dreams for him? Have her worry sick over him? He couldn’t threaten that, to have not only a comfortable life but also his parent’s love throughout all of it. <br> |
“I’ll… I’ll speak with them about it soon, mo-” | “I’ll… I’ll speak with them about it soon, mo-” | ||
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The cleanup of Ishgard was a horrid process. Corpses and injured discovered beneath the ash and rubble of a fight that seemed to have lasted hours, but in truth only went for only a few minutes before the upper hand was regained. News spread swiftly of the cause. What few ward guardians had been watching the status of Ishgard’s protection were assassinated by infiltrators, dragon worshippers, like the one Armont had slain. With their own people turning against them, the motion to fully lock away Ishgard to protect them seemed all the more logical. The inquisition would need to begin extensive work to root out this evil, these heretics, or their fair city would not survive such another attack. In the meantime, numerous ishgardian burials were planned. One was planned for Onault, Armont’s comrade. Temple Knights in the brume reported that the knight in training had pushed a heretic to slay their captive civilians, the news striking Armont to the core. He told Onault to listen, to follow orders. Maybe if he had, he would still be alive. Those civilians would still be alive. Maybe even his ''father'' would still be alive. That burning fact would last in the knight’s mind, to never question his directives, that others might live, by them. | The cleanup of Ishgard was a horrid process. Corpses and injured discovered beneath the ash and rubble of a fight that seemed to have lasted hours, but in truth only went for only a few minutes before the upper hand was regained. News spread swiftly of the cause. What few ward guardians had been watching the status of Ishgard’s protection were assassinated by infiltrators, dragon worshippers, like the one Armont had slain. With their own people turning against them, the motion to fully lock away Ishgard to protect them seemed all the more logical. The inquisition would need to begin extensive work to root out this evil, these heretics, or their fair city would not survive such another attack. In the meantime, numerous ishgardian burials were planned. One was planned for Onault, Armont’s comrade. Temple Knights in the brume reported that the knight in training had pushed a heretic to slay their captive civilians, the news striking Armont to the core. He told Onault to listen, to follow orders. Maybe if he had, he would still be alive. Those civilians would still be alive. Maybe even his ''father'' would still be alive. That burning fact would last in the knight’s mind, to never question his directives, that others might live, by them. | ||
− | Their parents still needed to be buried. A day and a half went by, Armont spending it beside Denz, who had yet to wake from his unconsciousness. The missives were sent out with all haste to Guillemont and | + | Their parents still needed to be buried. A day and a half went by, Armont spending it beside Denz, who had yet to wake from his unconsciousness. The missives were sent out with all haste to Guillemont and Astrelle, to Nuarmac’s family living in the Coerthas Highlands and to Farstan, wherever he was with his son. The eldest would receive a knock at the manor door, begrudgingly leaving Denz’s side to see who it was. Beyond the door stood two temple knights, a gurney with a white sheet over a mass behind them. Though they began to explain, Armont’s eyes widened, already knowing what lay beneath. He dared not imagine what horrible state his mother’s body was in, swallowing his terror as he had them bring the covered form inside. It was difficult and expensive to arrange, but Armont had managed to acquire two caskets for his family’s burial. When the body had been moved into the casket, the young man returned to his brother’s side, unable to help the tears flowing down his face silently. |
Nearly three days had passed, and still Denz did not stir. Armont hired a healer, who began looking extensively over the De’bayle. Nuarmac and Farstan had finally breached Ishgard’s tight embargo on any visitors, the two men arriving like a shining beacon of hope to the lost son. Commending Armont for his stability during this trial, despite being alone, the three discussed at length what needed to happen next. Nuarmac explained that the bodies would need to be carried across the mountains to their estate, where the cemetery lay for the more recent De’bayles to be sent to the ancestors. A fear rose in Armont’s throat as Ishgard was on lockdown, before Farstan reassured the young man he would see it handled. He wanted to ask how, but knew it was better to let the swashbuckling elezen operate as he saw fit. Rumors had floated from his father’s lips that Farstan was more than just a sky pilot, but to question them currently would solve nothing. The pair would leave to establish arrangements for the coffins, Armont returning to his brother to see what the healer’s diagnosis was. The healer said Denz was in a comatose state, though he appeared to be recovering, aetherically and physically, from the ordeals of the previous days. He administered what sustenance he could to the sleeping boy, though he did not know when he was to awaken, predicting it would be sooner rather than later. | Nearly three days had passed, and still Denz did not stir. Armont hired a healer, who began looking extensively over the De’bayle. Nuarmac and Farstan had finally breached Ishgard’s tight embargo on any visitors, the two men arriving like a shining beacon of hope to the lost son. Commending Armont for his stability during this trial, despite being alone, the three discussed at length what needed to happen next. Nuarmac explained that the bodies would need to be carried across the mountains to their estate, where the cemetery lay for the more recent De’bayles to be sent to the ancestors. A fear rose in Armont’s throat as Ishgard was on lockdown, before Farstan reassured the young man he would see it handled. He wanted to ask how, but knew it was better to let the swashbuckling elezen operate as he saw fit. Rumors had floated from his father’s lips that Farstan was more than just a sky pilot, but to question them currently would solve nothing. The pair would leave to establish arrangements for the coffins, Armont returning to his brother to see what the healer’s diagnosis was. The healer said Denz was in a comatose state, though he appeared to be recovering, aetherically and physically, from the ordeals of the previous days. He administered what sustenance he could to the sleeping boy, though he did not know when he was to awaken, predicting it would be sooner rather than later. | ||
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The next hours flew by in a blur. Elezen and hyur that Armont did not recognize shifted into the manor, their demeanor throwing off the knightly De’bayle. Their eyes skimmed the ornaments of the house and the decorations a little too closely, all of them bearing tattoos on their arms and chest. They also wore rather light clothing, all things considered, Armont's gaze going over a rather skimpily dressed hyur, unsure if she was wearing undergarments purposely or some sort of outfit. The only person Armont knew from the crowd was his cousin, Verisar, and the young man held a very different persona than the last time he had seen him, a part of this motley crew. Farstan directed the crewmembers in and out of the house, moving the caskets swiftly from their manor to the airship he manned. Much of this, the crew, the airship, and Farstan’s occupation had remained a mystery to him, the entire scenario raising several questionable flags, but once more, he would not get anywhere questioning this convenient boon from his Uncle. Once the caskets were loaded, Farstan and his crew left swiftly. From the large airship came several smaller flying boats, taking off in different directions away from Ishgard. | The next hours flew by in a blur. Elezen and hyur that Armont did not recognize shifted into the manor, their demeanor throwing off the knightly De’bayle. Their eyes skimmed the ornaments of the house and the decorations a little too closely, all of them bearing tattoos on their arms and chest. They also wore rather light clothing, all things considered, Armont's gaze going over a rather skimpily dressed hyur, unsure if she was wearing undergarments purposely or some sort of outfit. The only person Armont knew from the crowd was his cousin, Verisar, and the young man held a very different persona than the last time he had seen him, a part of this motley crew. Farstan directed the crewmembers in and out of the house, moving the caskets swiftly from their manor to the airship he manned. Much of this, the crew, the airship, and Farstan’s occupation had remained a mystery to him, the entire scenario raising several questionable flags, but once more, he would not get anywhere questioning this convenient boon from his Uncle. Once the caskets were loaded, Farstan and his crew left swiftly. From the large airship came several smaller flying boats, taking off in different directions away from Ishgard. | ||
− | Guillemont had reunited with the brothers later that day, having been on the Coerthas Western Highlands front, rescuing struggling villages from the fierce snow and fighting dragons out on the plains. His face held small scars and a new level of reservation unseen in the shy young man. However those were all broken down as he mourned the loss of his parents, embracing Armont and standing alongside him as they waited for Denz to wake up. Some hours later into the knight, Farstan walked in, flanked by their sister | + | Guillemont had reunited with the brothers later that day, having been on the Coerthas Western Highlands front, rescuing struggling villages from the fierce snow and fighting dragons out on the plains. His face held small scars and a new level of reservation unseen in the shy young man. However those were all broken down as he mourned the loss of his parents, embracing Armont and standing alongside him as they waited for Denz to wake up. Some hours later into the knight, Farstan walked in, flanked by their sister Astrelle, having personally sent out crewmembers of his ship to find her. Expediting her return to the brothers, the three were amidst reminiscing when a bell chimed throughout the empty manor. It was a server bell that laid beside each bed in the children’s room, and it was coming from Denz’s. The server had already begun bustling over, but she was quickly flanked by the three other siblings as everyone arrived at Denz’s side. <br> |
“C-can I get some water…?” He asked uneasily, eyeing all four elezen oddly. It had been three days, he was quite thirsty. | “C-can I get some water…?” He asked uneasily, eyeing all four elezen oddly. It had been three days, he was quite thirsty. | ||
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! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:15px font-variant:small-caps;"><font style="color:#000000;" size="2">✝ </font><font style="color:#3da180;" size="3">⚯ </font><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="2">● </font><b>Elliana De'bayle,</b> <i>Mother</i> - <b>Lady of House De'bayle</b></div> | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:15px font-variant:small-caps;"><font style="color:#000000;" size="2">✝ </font><font style="color:#3da180;" size="3">⚯ </font><font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="2">● </font><b>Elliana De'bayle,</b> <i>Mother</i> - <b>Lady of House De'bayle</b></div> | ||
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− | | [[File:Elliana De'bayle.jpg |200x|frameless|left]] ''Elliana: "We've already got Armont and Guillemont risking their lives out there, | + | | [[File:Elliana De'bayle.jpg |200x|frameless|left]] ''Elliana: "We've already got Armont and Guillemont risking their lives out there, Astrelle wandering the world... I just want you to have a safe life." |
Formerly known as Elliana Corielli, the mother of four was once a simple handmaiden to her minor noble family, serving under House Durendaire. Often times does she speak upon the day she met her husband. Many people thought the De'bayles as estranged individuals, but in a passing glimpse, Elliana observed the De'bayle brothers happily conversing and poking fun at one another. Intruding on their conversation brazenly, the bubbly young girl practically forced herself into the family, before Aegisan himself took her as his wife. She was kind and caring to all, self-sacrificing and level-headed, while still being incredibly emotional. | Formerly known as Elliana Corielli, the mother of four was once a simple handmaiden to her minor noble family, serving under House Durendaire. Often times does she speak upon the day she met her husband. Many people thought the De'bayles as estranged individuals, but in a passing glimpse, Elliana observed the De'bayle brothers happily conversing and poking fun at one another. Intruding on their conversation brazenly, the bubbly young girl practically forced herself into the family, before Aegisan himself took her as his wife. She was kind and caring to all, self-sacrificing and level-headed, while still being incredibly emotional. | ||
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Middle brother to Nuarmac and Farstan, Aegisan was always a driven individual in the De’bayle family. Though many saw fit to remain to their small circle of relatives for social interaction, the middle brother was always willing to speak with whomever he needed to be heard. Proud of his heritage, but unwilling to remain in the shadows of animosity as his family had, Aegisan would go above and beyond the call of duty when his knighthood would come. Much to his wife’s displeasure, he spent nearly five years on the frontlines of the Dragonsong War. Though the fighting was fierce, he would attain the rank of knight-lieutenant for his division, leading campaigns as far out as Dravania itself. He returned to Ishgard as much as able to visit his lonely wife, though when she brought news of bearing her first child, Aegisan would relinquish command of his squadron to be with his family. With his eldest brother, Nuarmac, showing no sign of interest towards the head of house, the knight would come to take the mantle upon himself. | Middle brother to Nuarmac and Farstan, Aegisan was always a driven individual in the De’bayle family. Though many saw fit to remain to their small circle of relatives for social interaction, the middle brother was always willing to speak with whomever he needed to be heard. Proud of his heritage, but unwilling to remain in the shadows of animosity as his family had, Aegisan would go above and beyond the call of duty when his knighthood would come. Much to his wife’s displeasure, he spent nearly five years on the frontlines of the Dragonsong War. Though the fighting was fierce, he would attain the rank of knight-lieutenant for his division, leading campaigns as far out as Dravania itself. He returned to Ishgard as much as able to visit his lonely wife, though when she brought news of bearing her first child, Aegisan would relinquish command of his squadron to be with his family. With his eldest brother, Nuarmac, showing no sign of interest towards the head of house, the knight would come to take the mantle upon himself. | ||
− | Pride swelled within the man when he looked upon his first son, Armont. He dreamed of the day he would fight alongside him in battle, hunt together, emulate himself and continue his knightly legacy. Just as his three next children would come into his life, twins | + | Pride swelled within the man when he looked upon his first son, Armont. He dreamed of the day he would fight alongside him in battle, hunt together, emulate himself and continue his knightly legacy. Just as his three next children would come into his life, twins Astrelle and Guillemont before Denz, would he still hold this dream of his eldest son. The two connected greatly, Aegisan training Armont personally in the way of the spear as soon as he was able to stand. He still communicated and worked with the Temple Knights, always eager to take along Armont on those excursion. When all of his children grew older, he still showed love to them, but the other three knew there was a special place in his heart for Armont. |
To Denz, his father was a paragon of what was right in Ishgard. A code of honor, morals, a life of service and fulfillment, before devoting himself to his family in all regards. Perhaps he wasn’t the most showing father of his love in the early stages of his life, but when Guillemont stepped forward and was the first one to work for his knighthood, he showed his pride. Though disapproving of his daughter’s choices, he came to accept her decision in her absence. Staring upon his last son, Denz, he knew not what to expect. He believed there was potential in the young boy, but he also knew what Denz was, what he held within in. He didn’t want to see him threatened by it, taking his wife’s side in earnest agreement for a safe life. | To Denz, his father was a paragon of what was right in Ishgard. A code of honor, morals, a life of service and fulfillment, before devoting himself to his family in all regards. Perhaps he wasn’t the most showing father of his love in the early stages of his life, but when Guillemont stepped forward and was the first one to work for his knighthood, he showed his pride. Though disapproving of his daughter’s choices, he came to accept her decision in her absence. Staring upon his last son, Denz, he knew not what to expect. He believed there was potential in the young boy, but he also knew what Denz was, what he held within in. He didn’t want to see him threatened by it, taking his wife’s side in earnest agreement for a safe life. | ||
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Ishgard is a city perpetuated by it’s people and faith. But to say the city was one of harmony and cooperation was far from true. The highborn and the lowborn, the military and the clergy, the Inquisition and the civilians, everyone suspected the other, and the rivalry between houses was the pinnacle of this. The De’bayle were constantly rumored to be cultists, in the guise of a closed off family, and though many brushed them aside, the Menideals wholly believed them. Mayhaps they were the ones to begin them. The two families always had strained relationships, and the epitome of this was Jerace, the eldest son of the Head of the Menideal house. Almost Armont’s equal and mirror in all regards, the man often had a rivalry with all of the De’bayles, aiming to be the better to all of them. Challenging them to races, intellectual debates, whatever he could do to show his superiority, he would attempt. They even began fist fighting, though the Menideals were exalted as accomplished monks in the Halonic clergy, that he had a great advantage against the De’bayles. As they grew older, the rifts closed in friendly rivalry, and the constant fighting between the two families’ sons actually brought an opportunity for peace between the families. | Ishgard is a city perpetuated by it’s people and faith. But to say the city was one of harmony and cooperation was far from true. The highborn and the lowborn, the military and the clergy, the Inquisition and the civilians, everyone suspected the other, and the rivalry between houses was the pinnacle of this. The De’bayle were constantly rumored to be cultists, in the guise of a closed off family, and though many brushed them aside, the Menideals wholly believed them. Mayhaps they were the ones to begin them. The two families always had strained relationships, and the epitome of this was Jerace, the eldest son of the Head of the Menideal house. Almost Armont’s equal and mirror in all regards, the man often had a rivalry with all of the De’bayles, aiming to be the better to all of them. Challenging them to races, intellectual debates, whatever he could do to show his superiority, he would attempt. They even began fist fighting, though the Menideals were exalted as accomplished monks in the Halonic clergy, that he had a great advantage against the De’bayles. As they grew older, the rifts closed in friendly rivalry, and the constant fighting between the two families’ sons actually brought an opportunity for peace between the families. | ||
− | The two family heads met to find a resolution to their conflict, and the best solution they came up with was marrying off two of their children. | + | The two family heads met to find a resolution to their conflict, and the best solution they came up with was marrying off two of their children. Astrelle and Jerace, to solidify the families’ rivarly was over. At first, it seemed the marriage would fall through, but Astrelle would announce her utter unwillingness to marry the hotheaded noble’s son, nor lock herself in Ishgard as a noblewoman. She left him heartbroken, and the rift reopened, quite dramatically between the two. The rivalry was no longer friendly, and as Armont had to back down from his knight training to take up the mantle of Head of house, the brooding dishonor from her actions bringing him to act harshly to all others around him. After some time, Jerace would level out, and actually attain a Knight-Sergeant rank within the Temple Knights, an accomplished fighter, both with and without lances. It was not until the brother’s Armont and Denz would find themselves at their last resort in the Knight academy that Jerace’s old habits returned, and he took every opportunity he could to challenge the brothers. This caused problems for the De’bayles, but his rank and status gave him immunity to harsh punishment to many of the misconducts. His actions would eventually lead to Armont and Denz’s exile, finding little victory in their fate. |
It seem like years to the De’bayles, and only a few months until the family clashed with the Menideal once more. Hearing a distress call from one of the other Temple Knight platoons out in the field, Jerace, alongside his trusted friend and bodyguard Basile, came upon a grisly sight of fallen knights, including one Ceonix De’bayle, a slain dragon, and the only culprit being Denz and his accomplices at the time. Attempting to arrest him in a rage, Jerace took it too far when he kicked Ceonix’s corpse. This triggered a dark aetherical vengeful state in Denz, who lashed out at Jerace with such fury that the man’s eye was blasted away. To make matters worse, once he men were all disabled, one of Denz’s comrades healed them, the other force feed the Menideal meat from the dead dragon. Though the healer tried to assist Jerace, the dragonsblood already coursed through his veins, and the changes stirred within him. For any full-blooded ishgardian, transformation would happen on the spot, unless the user had a strong will. Jerace’s condition was a little more special, but outwardly, nothing appeared to have changed him. | It seem like years to the De’bayles, and only a few months until the family clashed with the Menideal once more. Hearing a distress call from one of the other Temple Knight platoons out in the field, Jerace, alongside his trusted friend and bodyguard Basile, came upon a grisly sight of fallen knights, including one Ceonix De’bayle, a slain dragon, and the only culprit being Denz and his accomplices at the time. Attempting to arrest him in a rage, Jerace took it too far when he kicked Ceonix’s corpse. This triggered a dark aetherical vengeful state in Denz, who lashed out at Jerace with such fury that the man’s eye was blasted away. To make matters worse, once he men were all disabled, one of Denz’s comrades healed them, the other force feed the Menideal meat from the dead dragon. Though the healer tried to assist Jerace, the dragonsblood already coursed through his veins, and the changes stirred within him. For any full-blooded ishgardian, transformation would happen on the spot, unless the user had a strong will. Jerace’s condition was a little more special, but outwardly, nothing appeared to have changed him. | ||
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| [[File:GuillemontDB4.png|200px|frameless|left]] ''Denz: "Ser Guillemont the Grey Wolf. The only ''true'' knight out of all of us."'' | | [[File:GuillemontDB4.png|200px|frameless|left]] ''Denz: "Ser Guillemont the Grey Wolf. The only ''true'' knight out of all of us."'' | ||
− | Middle child to Aegisan and Elliana, and twin brother to | + | Middle child to Aegisan and Elliana, and twin brother to Astrelle, Guillemont is the least well-spoken De’bayle of the family. A quiet thinker and a stuttering mess of words, he rarely spoke to any at an early age save his wayward sister. He wasn’t a promising nobleman, instead hoping to take his place as the family’s knight. Armont was already struggling to attain knighthood and prepare for becoming Head of house, and Guillemont surprised everyone by stepping forth and training with the Temple Knights. During his training, he made friends with a travelling lalafell thaumaturge that found their way into Ishgard, she teaching him how to use basic pyromancy. Finding his identity as an official soldier of Ishgard, the family’s ties with House Fortemps gave him an ideal position as a guard within Camp Dragonhead. So the years passed, away from his family, in the midst of the Dragonsong War. |
During his time with House Fortemps, he was given full knighthood, the title of Knight-Errant of House Fortemps and the moniker "The Grey Wolf". He then set out, alongside his faithful chocobo Muffin, to find a lalafell thaumaturge who had been his teacher for many years. Unbeknownst to his brothers, he had returned to Camp Dragonhead the night their aunt was accused of heresy and sentenced to death at the Witchdrop. He was one of the few knights that did not fall to the ensuing aevis' flames, slaying the heretic. | During his time with House Fortemps, he was given full knighthood, the title of Knight-Errant of House Fortemps and the moniker "The Grey Wolf". He then set out, alongside his faithful chocobo Muffin, to find a lalafell thaumaturge who had been his teacher for many years. Unbeknownst to his brothers, he had returned to Camp Dragonhead the night their aunt was accused of heresy and sentenced to death at the Witchdrop. He was one of the few knights that did not fall to the ensuing aevis' flames, slaying the heretic. | ||
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+ | Middle child to Aegisan and Elliana, and twin sister to Guillemont. Much like her twin, Astrelle was an introverted thinker who talked very little to anyone save her brother. The two were close, until Astrelle took the first steps towards the freedom in solitude, reading books and escaping into her own world where she could carve her own path. This further conflicted with reality when she was not allowed many freedoms, and pampered to be some sort of dolly noblewoman. The last straw came when her family decided to marry her off to their rival family’s eldest son, Jerace Menideal. Denying his own heartfelt feelings towards her, the young daughter came to announce to her family that she would be travelling out of Ishgard. Her parents disapproval was the last thing she knew of her parents, before hearing of their demise, months after the calamity tore Eorzea apart. Collected by a crewman of her Uncle Farstan's ship to attend the funeral, she redoubled her efforts both inside and outside of Eorzea to study and grow as a woman to bring aid to others. | ||
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− | : <font style="color:# | + | : <font style="color:#00ff00;" size="2">■</font> "De'bayle? I'd stay away from that family if I were you. All of 'em running around with the same mark on their head. It's like some cult..." — ''Brumesman''. |
− | : <font style="color:# | + | : <font style="color:#00ff00;" size="2">■</font> "Denz? I don't know a Denz De'bayle, but the family itself is quite large. A few temple knights here, a few tradesmen there. I'd be wary when talking to one though. Where one is, more swiftly appear." — ''Trader in the Jeweled Crozier''. |
− | : <font style="color:# | + | : <font style="color:#00ff00;" size="2">■</font> "Denz De'bayle! Aye, pompous knight throws up one week in the semi-finals, then comes back another week and wins! He's got quite the determination!" — ''Grindstone enthusiast ''. |
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− | : <font style="color:# | + | : <font style="color:#0000ff;" size="2">■</font> "You're asking about De'bayles? Which ones? The ones that had the inquisitors knocking on their door for heresy, or the ones that were exiled from the Knight Academy?" — ''Temple Knight in Foundation''. |
− | : <font style="color:# | + | : <font style="color:#0000ff;" size="2">■</font> "Denz! I saw him! He was helping the knights when Nidhogg attacked! Took a flame burst for me then carried me to the most [https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/pages/Jancis_Milburga gentle healer] I'd ever seen." — ''Young Knight guarding the gates''. |
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− | : <font style="color:# | + | : <font style="color:#ff0000;" size="2">■</font> "Denz? H-he's not here, is he? No? Oh, thank Halone... I've never seen such rage overtake a man before. He nearly killed all of us, had his companions not... 'intervened'. The entire situation was wrong, but all I can say is ''don't'' push that man too far." — ''Scarred Knight''. |
− | : <font style="color:# | + | : <font style="color:#ff0000;" size="2">■</font> "Hmph. He's a coward in knight's clothing. A child pretending to be a man. He doesn't act on his own, but at the behest of others. Sad, truly, since he shows so much potential. One can only hope his eyes open to the truth one day. He still clings to the city that threw him away so preciously." — ''Jerace Menideal''. |
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− | : <font style="color:#0f0f0f;" size="2">■</font> "In all truth, in comparison to most beasts, Denz quite reminds of a chocobo. Loyal to a fault and sweet as can be, he is also a rather frightening foe. Something one might not anticipate from his general demeanor alone... the brothers are all filled with | + | : <font style="color:#0f0f0f;" size="2">■</font> "In all truth, in comparison to most beasts, Denz quite reminds of a chocobo. Loyal to a fault and sweet as can be, he is also a rather frightening foe. Something one might not anticipate from his general demeanor alone... the brothers are all filled with surprises, aren't they?" — ''[[Carina Roussos]]''. |
: <font style="color:#0f0f0f;" size="2">■</font> "Yes, I met Sir Denz while reconnecting with Lady Jancis. A handsome man, reserved, but passionate. I do enjoy his stories of adventure whenever I catch him in a sharing mood." — ''[[Vaughn Antain]]''. | : <font style="color:#0f0f0f;" size="2">■</font> "Yes, I met Sir Denz while reconnecting with Lady Jancis. A handsome man, reserved, but passionate. I do enjoy his stories of adventure whenever I catch him in a sharing mood." — ''[[Vaughn Antain]]''. | ||
: <font style="color:#0f0f0f;" size="2">■</font> "The youngest of my siblings but I pray you not forget that he is the most tempered of us all. When Denz becomes passionate about something or someone, well... Halone watch over you if you get in his way." — ''[[Armont De'bayle]]''. | : <font style="color:#0f0f0f;" size="2">■</font> "The youngest of my siblings but I pray you not forget that he is the most tempered of us all. When Denz becomes passionate about something or someone, well... Halone watch over you if you get in his way." — ''[[Armont De'bayle]]''. | ||
+ | : <font style="color:#0f0f0f;" size="2">■</font> "Sir De'bayle is quite the knight! I think he will help herald in an important change for his family and city. He brings people together like few others I have ever met. Also, if you are hungry let him know. Thaliak only knows where he manages to keep it, but he always has a bit of bread on him. Just in case." — ''[[Jancis Milburga]]''. | ||
+ | : <font style="color:#ff0000;" size="2">■</font> ''Rare'': "Denz is very patient with me. Maybe also with others, but to me it is palpable. Menphina made a richness so loving within him." — ''[[Jancis Milburga]]''. | ||
+ | : <font style="color:#0f0f0f;" size="2">■</font> "He is an idiot at times, but he has a big heart. I anticipate the sun he makes me proud to consider him my... cousin." — ''[[Adelise De'bayle]]''. | ||
+ | : <font style="color:#0f0f0f;" size="2">■</font> "Denz...uhm...he always seems to know the right thing to say. He's only a little bit older than I am, but he's so wise and responsible, sometimes I forget. I think a lot about the story he's told me. The one about the Little Knight..." — ''[[Hikari Inamoto]]''. | ||
+ | : <font style="color:#0f0f0f;" size="2">■</font> "We have a matching scar. And rings. He is so very strong; strongest man I know. He will deny it. He always does." — ''[[Jancis Milburga]]''. | ||
+ | : <font style="color:#0f0f0f;" size="2">■</font> "He needs a sword in his hand. He gave it up for awhile on my behalf. I know he felt that pain, too." — ''[[Jancis Milburga]]''. | ||
: <font style="color:#0f0f0f;" size="2">■</font> "Rumor" — ''[[Rumormonger]]''. | : <font style="color:#0f0f0f;" size="2">■</font> "Rumor" — ''[[Rumormonger]]''. | ||
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+ | File:BlackerSmacker.png| Commission From [http://robasarel.tumblr.com/post/153639536860/ Robas] | ||
+ | File:Denz by Lunaros Gift from Jancis.png| Gift from [[Jancis Milburga]], commissioned from [http://lunie-junk.tumblr.com/ Lunaros] | ||
+ | File:Denz&JancisByKHMarieXII.png | Gift from [http://khmariexii.deviantart.com/art/Gift-FFXIV-Eye-s-On-You-655050926 KHMarieXII]/[[Carina Roussos]] | ||
+ | File:JancisAndDenz.jpeg | Commission from [http://j-witless.deviantart.com/art/Music-box-688844019 J-Witless] | ||
+ | File:Denz&Lehs.png | Gift from [[Jancis Milburga]], commissioned from [http://borderbipoline.tumblr.com/ Meishali] | ||
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