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| + | [[File:Lockerin final.png|left]]On April 28, 2016*, '''Locke Rinannis''', age 27, was found dead in his repair shop in the Goblet. While tinkering with one of his prototypes, the device exploded, killing him instantly. His body was found that evening, and he was later cremated, his ashes spread over the northern Black Shroud from an airship that he built. |
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| − | | gender = Male
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| − | | citizenship = Gridania
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| − | | race = Hyur
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| − | | clan = Midlander
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| − | | stat_1 = Age
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| − | | stat_1_value = 24
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| − | | stat_2 = Marital Status
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| − | | stat_2_value = Single
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| − | | stat_3 = Occupation
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| − | | stat_3_value = Freelancer
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| − | | stat_4 = Height/Weight
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| − | | stat_5 = Orientation
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| − | | stat_6 = Relatives
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| − | | stat_6_value = <ul><li>Graeme Rinannis (Father)</li> <li>Lillian Rinannis (Mother)</li> <li>Saythe Rinannis (Sister)</li></ul>
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| − | Coming Soon.
| + | '''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3kVVn80pFOc May he rest in the warmth and light of Azeyma's grace.]''' |
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| | + | '''Among his belongings, a will was found:'''<br> |
| | + | "I declare that this is my last will and testament, should I depart from this world and into the next.<br> |
| | + | To Cyrus, all of my aether crystals and my kit for repairing firearms. And an orange. I wish I could stand beside you one last time, my friend.<br> |
| | + | To Romimo, my old journal from Oakbarrow. Also, Providence and Hope, my twin daggers. Keep my memories and know how much I love you and our home.<br> |
| | + | To Emma, my books from Oakbarrow. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did when I was young. Also, my silver ring. It belonged to your grandfather. And finally, the soulstone in my nightstand, to comfort and protect you. May you cherish what little time we could share together, and may you always know how much you were dearly loved. My little light. My hope.<br> |
| | + | To my wife, all that remains. My only wish is that I could have given you the world. There is a box hidden in the closet of my workshop. The key is in my satchel. I love you, my only. I am eternally yours. In life...and in death." |
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| − | </tr></table> | + | <small>*Earth time, of course. |
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| − | ===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Biography</div>===
| + | ((This character has continued as [[Ruran Vas]]. Thanks!))</small> |
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| − | Boop.
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| − | ====<div style="padding:0px 30px; font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">Present</div>====
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| − | ===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;">PC Standings and Rumors</div>===
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| − | <td style="vertical-align: top;width:50%;padding-right:10px; font-size:9pt;font-family:Helvetica;"><h3><span class="mw-headline">
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| − | ====<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RUMORS''</center></div></span></h3>====
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| − | <div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #90AB76;">◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)</div></b>
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| − | : <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Hmm, nice guy, very polite. Seemed pretty flustered though, like he was just trying to get out of here as soon as possible."
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| − | : <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "Yeah, Locke! I've met him a few times. He couldn't remember my name even once. I told him it was fine, but he still felt terrible for it."
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| − | : <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "He's always helping around the coliseum. They treat him like a lackey over there, making him run to and fro, but you know... I don't think I've ever seen him unhappy about it. Guess he should feel lucky to get a job in Ul'dah so quickly!"
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| − | : <font style="color:#90AB76;" size="3">■</font> "I always see him sitting alone. I don't think he's made very many friends since he moved to the city. Not sure why."
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| − | <b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #F37E1D;">◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)</div></b>
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| − | : <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "Mm? I think I saw 'im at the Quicksand once. Had a drink like everyone else, but he put somethin' strange in it. Some kind o' white vial. I dunno, maybe 'tis a weird northern thing they do."
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| − | : <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "I heard he got exiled from his hometown and traveled all the way here to Ul'dah. What do you think he did to deserve that? I've always said that you can never trust the nice ones."
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| − | : <font style="color:#F37E1D;" size="3">■</font> "I saw him checking something with his mammet. He's got it programmed to keep track of... aether? Or something? I'm not entirely sure what it's supposed to do."
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| − | <b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #D83018;">◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)</div></b>
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| − | : <font style="color:#D83018;" size="3">■</font> "I seen 'is hand once. The right one, the twitchy one 'e's always got covered. It's got some sorta... disease, maybe. Or a tattoo? Yeah, we'll just say it was a tattoo..."
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| − | <b><div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #aac5b4;">◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)</div></b>
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| − | : <font style="color:#aac5b4;" size="3">■</font> ---
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| − | ====<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #BEC3BC;font-size:14px;color:#5F5F5F;"><center>''RELATIONS''</center></div></span></h3>====
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| − | <center> <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> Romantic Interest <font style="color:#9200de;" size="3">♥</font> Sexual Desire <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font> Platonic <font style="color:#00a1c3;" size="3">♥</font> Familial <br>
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| − | <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Ally <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#C24640;" size="3">●</font> Rival</center><br>
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| − | : <font style="color:#00a1c3;" size="3">♥</font> [[ Saythe Rinannis ]] : Locke's younger sister.
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| − | : <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> [[ Collson Thalias ]]
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| − | : <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> [[ Dweia Delacroix ]]
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| − | : <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> [[ Kale Aideron ]]
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| − | : <font style="color:#8f8377;" size="3">●</font> [[ Nako'li Chalahko ]]
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On April 28, 2016*, Locke Rinannis, age 27, was found dead in his repair shop in the Goblet. While tinkering with one of his prototypes, the device exploded, killing him instantly. His body was found that evening, and he was later cremated, his ashes spread over the northern Black Shroud from an airship that he built.
May he rest in the warmth and light of Azeyma's grace.
Among his belongings, a will was found:
"I declare that this is my last will and testament, should I depart from this world and into the next.
To Cyrus, all of my aether crystals and my kit for repairing firearms. And an orange. I wish I could stand beside you one last time, my friend.
To Romimo, my old journal from Oakbarrow. Also, Providence and Hope, my twin daggers. Keep my memories and know how much I love you and our home.
To Emma, my books from Oakbarrow. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did when I was young. Also, my silver ring. It belonged to your grandfather. And finally, the soulstone in my nightstand, to comfort and protect you. May you cherish what little time we could share together, and may you always know how much you were dearly loved. My little light. My hope.
To my wife, all that remains. My only wish is that I could have given you the world. There is a box hidden in the closet of my workshop. The key is in my satchel. I love you, my only. I am eternally yours. In life...and in death."
*Earth time, of course.
((This character has continued as Ruran Vas. Thanks!))
