Tiergan Vashir

TIERGAN VASHIR

GLADIATOR . ALA MHIGAN . SLAVE

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❝ All men die, not every man truly lives. ❞

SAVAGE LION

VITAL INFORMATION ■ CURRENT ALIAS... Tiergan Vashir. (Tier, Wynztier Eifaufre, Savage Lion) ■ RACE & CLAN... Miqo'te. Mixed Heritage (Sun/Moon). ■ NAMEDAY... 10th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon. ■ GENDER... Male. ■ AGE... Twenty-nine. ■ ORIENTATION... Pansexual. Polyamorous. ■ MARITAL STATUS...Open Relationship.

OTHER STATISTICS ■ NATIONALITY... Ul'dahn || Ala Mhigan Refugee. ■ RESIDENCE... The Mist, Limsa Lominsa. Frequently travels to Ul'dah. ■ OCCUPATION... Mercenary. ■ PATRON DEITY... Rhalgr the Destroyer. ■ HEIGHT... Roughly 5 fulms 8 ilms. ■ WEIGHT... 185 ponz. ■ ALIGNMENT... Between Neutral Good (One) and Chaotic Good (Four).

✖ PLAYER INFORMATION ✖ Medium-Heavy Roleplayer from the Pacific Timezone (PST). I generally RP in public channels (/say, /yell, /em), but also sometimes use /whisper for certain narrative elements. I'm willing to switch to RPing in /party for the comfort of others. When it comes to Combat, I'm comfortable with freeform, /random (even though the RNG gods hate me), talking things out beforehand to decide who would realistically win, or just about anything else. When it comes to RP Romance - I do not actively search for RP romances. I really enjoy romantic tension and romantic feelings as a source of conflict for a story, but romance RP itself is not one of the main focuses of my RP. This isn't to say I won't engage in any - just that it may not lead anywhere if I feel it doesn't make sense narratively or wouldn't make for an interesting story. TL;DR - if I wanted smut for smut's sake, I have other, much less complicated ways of getting that. There must be a clear separation of IC and OOC at all times. How Tiergan feels about your character does not reflect how I feel about you. How Tiergan lives his life does not reflect upon how I live mine. If your character is in love with Tiergan and you start making demands of me OOC or begin treating me like I'm your lover -- I will bail out of the RP so quickly you'll wonder if it even actually happened. Personal RP Limits: ■ Do: All RP themes from the dark, serious, and mature (violence, torture, murder, drug / alcohol use, etc.) to the light-hearted, humorous, and cheerful. Awesome dramatic plots. Heavy, feels-ridden plots. Elaborate, grand-scale, long-term plots. Serious injury. Temporary injury and incapacitation of mind or body. Temporary captivity or imprisonment. Combat. Ambushes. Assassination attempts. Rivalries. Bromances. Deep platonic friendships. Romantic tension. Coarse language. ■ Ask: Disfigurement or mutilation. Permanent scarring or symbols marked on my character. Torture that leaves behind lasting, long-term effects (aka, longer than 3 months). Long-term and/or permanent injury. Long-term captivity or imprisonment. Significant tampering of the mind. Anything that is dramatically character-changing, or may have extremely negative implications for my character. (Also, please warn me if any RP we do is leading towards 'extremely negative implications' land so that I can assess whether I am comfortable with it going in that direction and redirect if need be!) ■ Don't: Permanent character death. Permanently maiming or crippling my character. RP where your character MUST be around Tiergan at all times at every single moment. RPing with me only for the purpose of trying to trigger romance RP.

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PERSONALITY

Around strangers, Tiergan initially carries himself in a quiet, cautious manner, working to keep his thoughts and emotions close to the vest while watching closely for the behavior of others. He is easily swept up by anger, passion, and impulsiveness, often acting first and asking questions (or having huge regrets) later. A lifetime of deceit, greed, and trickery has left the miqo'te wary and mistrustful of those around him and he sometimes struggles to be at peace when not alone. With friends and allies, the miqo'te has an even greater difficulty concealing his emotions. The closer one becomes to him, the more he becomes something of an open-book.

Outside of combat, close contact of any kind sometimes triggers intense discomfort if the miqo'te is not expecting it. He maintains a respectful distance from others and often only approaches others in a way that is obvious and offers plenty of time for them to escape or tell him to stop if they feel threatened. Tiergan avoids speaking about his past history whenever possible, except that he was a refugee from Ala Mhigo, and tends not to pry into the history of others if he can sense it's not wanted. Privately, Tiergan yearns for nothing more then something resembling a family or being with a group of people he can fully rely on. However, the very idea of letting down his guard and extending his trust to a large number of people makes him feel so exposed and vulnerable that he avoids doing so at all costs.

Though Tiergan believes the Twelve exist and reveres them, he does not actively worship any of them save for Rhalgr, who he seems to pay respect to mainly in remembrance of the nation that had once been his home. The only god Tiergan will sometimes speak poorly of is Nymeia the Spinner as believes everyone is in control of their own lives and can forge a different path whenever they so choose. He finds the concept of Fate abhorrent, particularly because it would mean much of his life's suffering was somehow destined.

L I K E S ■ Listening and Standing in the Ocean. After a lifetime of being trapped in the desert, Tiergan loves the ocean for it’s sheer contrast. He enjoys standing on the coast, listening to the waves crash against the sand while the water swirls around his feet and will sometimes even sit in the surf, letting it wash over him. It’s one of the fastest ways for him to relax. ■ Reading. Tiergan had a very rare opportunity to learn to read and write during his early adulthood. He jumped at it, hoping the education would help him emulate an Ala Mhigan general he adored as a child who was extremely gifted with words. ■ Friendly Sparring. Combat gets his blood pumping and sends a thrill through his veins. The more challenging, the better as it usually means the other person can take hits without breaking and Tiergan can fight more freely. He’s much more leery of doing it around an audience however - due to his history. ■ Rich, well-cooked foods. Tiergan is an atrocious chef and should not be allowed anything resembling a kitchen. Because of this, he traesures a fine, well-made meal created by the hands of an expert cook as much as the Monetarists treasure coin. He especially likes Aldgoat Steak. ■ "The little fluffy white cakes from the Quicksand." Powdery and delicious, Tiergan could devour these by the dozens. However, depending on who asks, he'll deny his enjoyment of them to his very last breath. ■ Travel. As much as he might appreciate having a home to return to, after so many years forced to stay in one place, Tiergan is often swept up by wanderlust that carries him far and wide to explore the greater world and all its secrets.

D I S L I K E S ■ Heavy Crowds. Densely packed crowds often make it difficult to see who is potentially coming for him and limits how much he can move, or even wield a weapon without potentially harming a stranger on the sidelines. He can appreciate a crowd for helping him disappear into it when pursued, but doesn't like to stay within it for very long. ■ Tight, enclosed spaces. Tiergan loathes feeling trapped or caged in any manner and will often become anxious in compact places with few avenues of escape. ■ Being restrained in any fashion. A lifetime of memories being bound is not something easily forgotten. ■ Fighting Pits and Arenas. While Tiergan doesn't mind fighting tournaments - fights occurring in an arena or coliseum like setting with a large audience makes him feel uncomfortable. Illegal fighting pits also pose the added danger of someone recognizing him and so he avoids them at all costs. ■ Battling against mages. Due to lack of experience fighting mages, Tiergan is ill-equipped to fight them and has difficulty facing off against them. Magic was something he had very little aptitude for and spells are highly effective against him in combat. ■ Being pressed on details about his history. Some things are better left buried in the sands of time. ■ Loss of Control. As reckless as Tiergan can be, he hates losing control of his own body whether that be through illness, drugs, or too much alcohol (though he has a foolish habit of getting drunk while deeply unhappy with something.).

M O T I V A T I O N ■ Revenge. Many of Tiergan's most painful memories are tightly bound around his former-master 'Omen' - a powerful criminal lord so secretive that no one knows his true name, or what he looks like. Unable to find and kill the man himself, Tiergan spends much of his time slaughtering Omen's men and disrupting his operations in the hopes it will strike a blow to Omen's finances and eventually draw him out of hiding. Until that day comes however, Tiergan is content to continue hammering away at his old master's empire ...and potentially kill his way to the very top. ■ Family. After losing his family during the Fall of Ala Mhigo and thinking his sister to be dead for over a decade - Tiergan is fiercely protective of family and those close enough for him to consider family, often throwing himself recklessly into danger in order to ensure their safety. ■ Redemption. His behavior as a slave was cruel, barbaric, and heartless - oppressing and harming those around him in order to gain luxuries and benefits that came as a reward for holding all the others in line. Now as a free man exposed to the wider world outside of the pens, Tiergan looks back upon his history with regret and anger that he'd chosen to turn against those who were like him instead of rallying them. He now spends much of his focus attempting to aid and protect those who need it with the hope that he can one day reach Thal's gates knowing he'd done his best to become something more than the tyrant he was in the slave pens.

S T R E N G T H ■ Loyalty. Though the miqo'te's trust is difficult to earn, once it is gained, Tiergan is a strong, steadfast ally willing to sacrifice life and limb for those who patient enough to befriend him. ■ Stalwart. Built to weather the brutality of the Bloodsands, Tiergan is resilient, very rarely becomes ill, and often throws himself onto the front lines to bear the brunt of the damage in battle. ■ Combat Prowess. Fighting has been a core part of Tiergan's life for over 15 years and what he lacks in military discipline, he makes up for in pure, savage ferocity. ■ Tenacity. Once Tiergan has set himself upon a task, he is relentless in his pursuit of it and often will not stop unless provided with a clear, solid reason to do so. ■ Tracking. A skill acquired out of need and pure determination, Tiergan was forced to learn basic tracking skills very quickly in order to pursue targets issued by levemetes for coin - and to hunt down the men of his former master in order to slaughter them. ■ Identifying certain drugs and poisons. Due to his life as a slave, Tiergan is familiar with an assortment of drugs and poisones often employed by slaving rings and lanistae to subjugate others or force them to do what they desire.

W E A K N E S S ■ Mistrustful. Repeated cycles of deceit and betrayal have left the miqo'te highly mistrustful and paranoid of the intentions of others. While he aches to create bonds and friendships, it can take quite some time for him to truly offer his trust to another person. ■ Reckless. Tiergan often acts on pure instinct, throwing himself into dangerous or even lethal situations with little regard for his own safety. While sometimes this can work out in his favor, in many cases it reaches a point where it can often be seen as self-destructive.. ■ Difficulty with Emotion. Due to the violent, frenzied nature of Tiergan's past, the miqo'te's often has difficulty keeping his emotions in check, particularly when he feels strongly about something. Intimacy can sometimes trigger a fight-or-flight response from him if approached poorly. He is easily triggered by things that remind him of past events and often handles the subsequent fear or panic poorly. ■ Difficulty with Physical Contact. Life as a slave has made Tiergan wary of being touched - especially by surprise. His back is a gnarled, heavily scarred mess that is highly sensitive to touch and pain - approaching him the wrong way can even provoke a violent, instinctive response. ■ Difficulty combating Magic. Though Tiergan is a seasoned veteran of battle, the vast majority of his combatants have been physical melee fighters. Dueling against mages is more alien to him and his lack of experience sometimes leaves him incredibly vulnerable to their attacks.

Q U I R K S ■ Eye Contact. One of the easiest ways to get a read on Tiergan is to watch his eyes. He looks directly at another person when they're speaking, regardless of whether he is angry or sad. However, he will often avert his eyes or even close them when discussing difficult topics that cause him pain, anxiousness, sorrow, or fear. He has difficulty meeting the gaze of another person he deeply respects if he fears their eyes would only carry heavy scorn or deep disappointment. ■ Detachment. Sometimes when forced to elaborate upon difficult, painful situations, he distances himself - speaking as though he weren't present. ■ Aversion to Deep Intimacy. While Tiergan has had an occasional light fling and casual intimacy, he becomes intensely uncomfortable and anxious in regards to a serious romance unless approached in a specific manner. Old memories are hard to leave behind, and certain actions can trigger panic or violence if Tiergan is pushed too far or pursued too aggressively.

APPEARANCE

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With numerous scars running across his flesh like a latticework and a body swathed in a mix of plate, chain, and leather - Tiergan looks every bit the gladiator he once was. He is tall for a miqo'te, standing at 5 fulms 8 ilms with broad shoulders and a thick, heavily-muscled frame. His skin is a golden bronze color further deepened by time in the sun - the richness of it marred by various scars of many types. His hair is a stark white, carelessly cut and styled without much regard to appearance. One need only to glance at the male to realise Tiergan places far more value on his clothing and possessions being functional than beautiful..

Tiergan typically maintains a strong but subtly aggressive posture, his frost-blue gaze fierce, sharp, and occasionally cold. He rarely seems relaxed and even at rest, can appear to be a calm shell with a simmering tempest just waiting beneath the surface. The miqo'te is almost always in armor and even his more casual clothing reinforced in one way or another - particularly at his back - to offer him protection regardless of the situation.

COMBAT & WEAPONRY

As a gladiator, Tiergan was known for throwing himself into battle with a blade in his right hand and a steel-gauntlet in his left. He preferred close-quarters combat and liked going on the offensive right from the start, moving in fast, aggressive, and relentless with the hope overwhelming his opponent before they could get a chance to recover. He pressed hard, testing his opponent's defenses until he found blood and weakness and maintained his onslaught through sheer stamina. However, he could eventually be tired out and defeated by a highly-defensive and methodical fighter that was able to outlast him and deflect the flurry of strikes. Tiergan dressed light - armoring only certain parts of his body while keeping much of the rest exposed - though whether this was due to some sort of strategy to help him move more swiftly or because he was forced to garb himself in that manner is unclear.

In current times, the miqo'te's fighting style has changed with his changing priorities. Though he still mainly relies on speed and aggression to carve his way to victory, the mercenary is now often seen carrying either a shield or a greatsword and tends to engage in battles from a more cautious, defense-minded approach - especially when fighting alongside others. He is heavily armored, with a mix of plate, chain, leather, and cloth covering up most of his body (and subsequently, most of his scars.) Casting his shield to the side is often a sign that the miqo'te has, in a sense, shifted back to his old ways and intends to seek blood in any way he can regardless of any damage to himself. His greatest weakness is fighting ranged combatants that are able to keep him from closing the distance. He especially loathes fighting spell-casters of any kind and often rushes to get in close as soon as possible when facing one.

HISTORY

Tiergan was seven when the Empire devastated Ala Mhigo - sparking the beginning of a life marred by violence, savage fighting pits, drugs, and chaos. His parents were slain trying to defend their home and he was separated from his elder sister, Lurial, when slavers captured him along with several other Ala Mhigan refugees fleeing from the region. Purchased as a potential gladiator at the age of 13, the youth was forged into a fighter by his 15th birthday and grew to adulthood in a world defined by dominance, bloodlust, and greed. Now as an escaped gladiator-slave, Tiergan takes various jobs as a mercenary while slowly and methodically working to destroy his former-master's sprawling empire. But mired so deep in the past - can a man truly be free?

CHILDHOOD Ala Mhigo Despite being born in one of the poorer sections of the city, Tiergan's memories of his life in Ala Mhigo were mainly happy ones. His parents worked diligently to keep the family fed, comfortable, and happy, shielding their children from much of the more violent and unpleasant events occurring within the nation. His aunt and uncle lived nearby, allowing a rambunctious trio to form that consisted of Tiergan, Lurial, and his elder cousin Vailyx. Vailyx was both the unofficial leader and troublemaker of the trifecta, often plunging the three into wild shenanigans while Lurial cleverly devised ways to help them evade being caught and punished afterwards. At the time, Tiergan was an excitable kit waving around a wooden sword as he trailed after his elder sister and cousin, eager to engage in whatever trouble Vailyx cooked up next - and bursting into tears whenever they were caught or in some form of trouble Lurial could not think her way out of. His time playing in the streets with his sister and cousin were cut short as Ala Mhigo's King of Ruin grew more and more unhinged, killing off both wealthy and peasant alike in his madness. Though Tiergan and Lurial did not completely understand what was happening at the time, the solemn expressions on their parents' faces spoke volumes in how tense, dangerous, and unpredictable the world outside their front door was becoming. Enslavement Tiergan was seven when the Garlean Empire finally struck, sundering the once proud nation. His parents were slain trying to defend their home and he was separated from his older sister, Lurial, when slavers captured him along with several other Ala Mhigan refugees fleeing from the region. Sold to a shrewd and wealthy merchant, Tiergan spent the next six years burrowing in mines and quarries, performing hard labour along with many other child-workers who had been bought for the same purpose. With each year that passed, the youngling grew more angry, vicious, and aggressive - making him difficult to control and risky to keep. His memories of life before the quarries were beginning to fade, but he still recalled the kind voice of his mother, the warm strength of his father, and the sister he'd been torn away from when the madness began. After Tiergan nearly killed at least two overseers, his owner opted to resell the slave instead of putting slaughtering the boy down and wasting an investment. The thirteen year old boy was swiftly taken to the Ul'dahn Black Markets and sold as a potential gladiator slave to one of the lanistae of secretive criminal lord known only as "Omen." The youth made his first kill not long after, when he was thrust into a room with another child of the same age and told that only one of them would be permitted to leave alive to become a gladiator. The years that followed were a frenzied blur of harsh, rigorous training; brutal combat in illegal fighting arenas; and terrifying, nightmarish visions. Blackroot Rose leaves were used to give the youth a cruel, but lethal advantage towards the start of his 'career' and somnus was used to calm the boy afterwards, making him docile. The constant back and forth between frenzied uncontrollable violence and mind-numbing calm nearly turned the youngling into a shattered mess. However, as Tiergan grew more powerful in his own right, the use of Blackroot Rose became blessedly less frequent, eventually stopping all together. With time, Lurial heard word of Tiergan and tracked him down. The brother and sister found ways to meet and stay in contact, their strong sibling bond becoming unbreakable over time as they took solace in the fact the other had survived and they were not truly alone..

ADULTHOOD "Alpha" At the age of 17, Tiergan was moved into the adult slave pens. There, an unusual hierarchy was established where the strongest slave - designated as the "Alpha" - received special privileges and treatment in exchange for keeping all of the other slaves in line. The Alpha status was signified by a single red band around the upper arm and other slaves could fight the reigning Alpha with hopes of defeating them and taking their place. Savagely clawing his way to the top, Tiergan reached Alpha status within a year. There, he embraced luxuries and pleasures he'd previously been denied, freedoms he'd never truly known. With each day that passed, the more the miqo'te indulged himself in a world of sadistic aggression, pitiless savagery, and hedonistic dominance. He took what he wanted, touched what he liked, forcing others to bend to his needs and desires as he took advantage of everything being an 'Alpha' afforded him. There were three other equally powerful contenders for the position. However, through a combination of luck and skill, the Tiergan managed to remain Alpha for three solid years until he lost the position to Zaius - a vicious, towering miqo'te with unparalleled strength and a sharp, calculating mind, who had only arrived within the pens a week before. At first, Tiergan viewed Zaius with a great deal of resentment. After spending so much time at the top, the idea that someone could simply appear and defeat him within a week of arriving was infuriating. To make matters worse, the older, stronger male was often cruel and abrasive, mistreating Tiergan at every possible opportunity. Other slaves that had always fought Tiergan one-on-one in hopes of stealing his position, swiftly began ganging up on him in groups to exact revenge. Omen's men no longer regarded him with any measure of respect and he was denied all of the things he'd once enjoyed. In desperation to regain his position, Tiergan clashed with Zaius often, fighting with the other male over and over, until eventually a frenzied, tumultuous relationship developed. Gradually, the abuse Tiergan faced at the hands of others vanished as he fell under Zaius' protection. Even Omen's men hesitated to bring Tiergan any harm, his bond with Zaius swinging wildly between enemy, friend, and lover. Tiergan's emotions fell into conflict, his sense of pride making it difficult for Tiergan to see Zaius as anything other then a hated enemy or rival to be defeated... while Zaius' tendency to protect and defend him made it hard for Tiergan not to feel a little appreciation and even fondness for the older miqo'te. As the years passed, Zaius became both his most hated opponent and most valued, trusted confidant. Zaius knew him better than any other, and having a 'friend' that he could quietly rely on, someone who always had his back -- even if it came at a price -- was an experience that radically changed Tiergan's perceptions. Freedom It wasn't until sudden rioting erupted amongst the slaves and one of the walls to the pens exploded that Tiergan was eventually able to escape. With countless other slaves fighting each other and pouring out of the opening, Tiergan and many others were able to flee Omen's control. Tiergan later learned it was all orchestrated by her sister who had been planning to liberate him, but had no way of relaying the news. The gladiator-slave was finally free. His first taste of freedom did not come easy. His time as a slave had forged him into a rough, heartless man of violence with a sadistic streak tempered only by the fact that he'd been humbled by Zaius. It took him pver three years years, with Lurial and others gently (and sometimes not so gently) guiding him every step of the way, for Tiergan to unlearn many old, brutal habits and to transform into a far more quiet, balanced individual. Several moons after his escape, Tiergan became a mercenary, taking on whatever jobs he can to survive. Violence was the only skill he truly learned to master, and thus it became his only real source of income. Omen placed a notable bounty on his head in order to have the gladiator returned back to the Pits, only for Tiergan to respond by either killing the bounty hunters that pursue him or sending them back to Ul'dah with broken, shattered bones. While Tiergan was and is a relatively quiet man and does not draw too much attention to himself save during combat -- he doesn't always fully disguise himself when going about his life in Ul'dah, relying on the considerably large miqo'te population to help him blend in with the crowd. He will sometimes however, give his father's name in the place of his own when signing documents that can leave an obvious paper-trail for others to follow. He's often seen around Little Ala Mhigo and other nearby refugee camps, delivering food and supplies to the people there, before leaving as swiftly as he came. Every once in a while however, Tiergan heads out on his own, vanishing for a long stretch of time and coming back days later, bloodied and disheveled. He engages on a bloody vengeful crusade, tracking down Omen's men, slaughtering them, and disrupting his old master's activities in hopes of bringing the man's vast empire crumbling down to the foundations. Knowing that inciting Omen's anger too much would cause him more problems than he could manage, Tiergan takes great care not only to disguise himself during these 'hunts', but to kill everyone that might return to speak of the destruction he sows and is relentless in his brutality and rage. He looks back upon his past with a mix of anger, deep regret, and an infuriating sense of yearning he cannot shake. As much as he hated being shackled by anyone and privately wishes he could atone for the depravity of his actions as an Alpha, a small and terrible part of him can't help but miss the position and all the luxuries he enjoyed. It is a dark, unpleasant part of him that the miqo'te keeps buried, hoping that with time, it will eventually go away.

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INTERACTIONS

"Alpha"

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R U M O R S Feel free to add a rumor of your own if you like! Don't be afraid to drop me a note so I can see it too! ◢ Common Rumors - Easily overheard. Use these freely! ■ "That man? Ah, he's jus' a mercenary. Tends to pick jobs that mostly revolve around fightin' and beatin' the stuffing outta someone - but what mercenary doesn't these days?" - Patron at the Quicksand. ■ "I see that one wandering about Little Ala Mhigo from time to time. He doesn't speak much - just arrives, drops off food, and suppplies to the people there - and leaves."" - Refugee. ■ "Tiergan - eh? He used to be quite the successful gladiator at the Coliseum back in the day. Haven't seen him fight in a little over three years though." - Grizzled Gladiator. ◢ Uncommon Rumors - A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first! ■"I see that one leaving the city all the time. Sometimes it's just for a usual job or mission. Other times, he vanishes for days and sometimes comes back bloodied and bruised. He'll say he was simply on a rough job - but the look on his face says it was something much, much more sinister then that. Best not to keep close company with that one, I say." - Nosey Chocobo Keeper. ◢ Rare Rumors - Very rarely overheard. Please ask before using! ■ "That one's a slave, or at least he used to be. Fought on the Bloodsands for one of the most brutal men alive. It's a miracle he's even free." - Ul'dahn Pickpocket. ■ "I hear a criminal lord that goes by the name 'Omen' used to own that one. Would pay good coin to have him brought back too. The man rarely lets his slaves loose - usually the only way out is a mountain of gil or death." - Black market informant. ◢ Player Character Rumors - Feel free to add rumors of your own! ■ "Aw, yus! He's m'big cousin! But I call him m'bro cus I can. He's brave an' all. S'got a big sword too! But he thinks he can tussle wiv'is mitts better than me and that's jus' bonkers! I love 'im like crazy, but no one c'n tussle like I can!" - Caen Jabari ■ "We have a way with each other. If you've a issue with him; you've a problem with me. So pray you have no issues with him..." - Teld're Eska'aldren ■ "Tiergan? Oh, we go back a ways, heh. One of a handful I'd have at my back at a fight. Of course, I prefer him on his back, but. He needs a break now and then." - Zaius Rhal'seer ■ "Meine liebe Katzebruder. A man of honour and compassion. I would entrust my life tae him, and I hope he would say the same for me. I have seen him many a time put himself in harms way tae protect others, and it is this selflessness that earns him the well-deserved respect of his peers. In short, he is a dear and trusted friend... And surprisingly well-built, for a cat. A pity." - Brynhilde Wulf ■ "Wyzntier is as I call him. White Beast. It is as it sounds. He is cruel and merciless if you are a threat, as beasts are. Wild, free, untamed, he has no hesitation in a fight should you truly wish one so skilled. He would embrace this beast, too, whole-heartedly. Yet he is the white of a canvas; full of potential. The events that shall happen will shape him, perhaps in the ways that he wishes to be or perhaps in ways she fears. Yet, to remain so blank is impossible for one who believes himself unable to avoid bloodshed." - Staelufre Lysmerl ■ "Please help my friend! He is sick! If not help he die! I need find way help him! Anything! Medicine or magic!" - Flickering Ember ■ " Strong and nice. Always want help other, even bad people! He help me understand things not know. I feel safe with him always. But, you not take his food if want live. " - Flickering Ember ■ "Friend of mine and a damned good fighter. Why do you ask?" - Jaques Guillaume ■ "Sir Vashir is a master of pain. He takes it and understands it. Watches out for his kin to prevent it or replace it. One of the few to understand who someone was and someone is. Knock on his door, though, he always keeps it locked." - Jancis Milburga ■ "Ser Tiergan? Yes. He is...a friend." - Eruantien Valandiel

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■ Other Characters: Lurial Vashir, Furious Storm, Leilani Leilai