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| + | Born to two of Rhalgr's faithful, Iskander and Cynwese, Antares was brought up beside many other children of the passionate Ala Mhigan monks with absolutely no shortage of friendships to be made or company to keep. The temple represented something of a playground for the child of an aging member of the clergy, rampaging around and misunderstanding his father's wisdom up until he came of age to be deemed able to learn. Tutorship by the Monks of Rhaglr was not something to be taken lightly nor a path for the faint of heart. Just because his parents were both members of the temple did not mean that Antares inherently had his place among them, as an Ala Mhigan makes his own path and proves his own destiny beyond the successes of his forebears. While not originally taking to the wisdom and channeled self-empowerment that the Fist of Rhalgr were selling, he eventually found his way after utilizing a rather basic technique of channeling his Aether through his own body to prevent a brick from falling upon one of his peers. The overwhelming sensation and second-nature action that it roused within him made everything click, something that both his mentors within the temple and his own parents had been preaching for nearly a year before that point. | ||
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| + | After the incident of safeguarding his peer, Antares took to the rigid and structured mindset of the Fists of Rhalgr, incorporating their day-to-day activities into his lifestyle in a borderline fanatical nature. Where others of his own age were off uselessly trying to prove which of them were the strongest and getting into fights with one another, Antares poured over scripture and sought ways of his own enlightenment in the Way of Rhalgr, always setting some goal in front of him to break. It was always something tangible and right in front of his grasp, but out of reach. While others proclaimed that they would become Rhalgr, made flesh, Antares scoffed at those of his peers who made such wild claims and sought to honor the God of Destruction by proving his own self-worth and inner-strength to himself. | ||
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| + | Such trials and trainings encompassed the greater part of Antares' youth, leaving him to begin study in several types of weaponry to employ against his enemies and those who would challenge him. Even as young as ten, Antares set out to rival those of his kin who were years ahead of him due to the studious nature of his training and the zealous craze that overtook him, much to the pride of his mother and father. | ||
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Revision as of 18:00, 7 March 2016
“Listen to me, Antares, there comes a time in a man’s life where he must choose what the path of Rhalgr means to him. Is it a path that leads to the destruction of all who would oppose him? Is a path of the destruction of the threats that would stand in the way of his and his own’s happiness? Nary a thought is shed by those who would walk the path for strength, but know in your chest beats the blood of Rhalgr. Don’t waste it, no matter what you make of yourself.”
-Iskander Steelfist, 1561 of the Sixth Astral Era before succumbing to Red Throat
Antares Armstrong is a mature character. The themes within his story are intended for a mature audience capable of handling extreme violence, questionable and realistic tropes, and graphic situations.
General Appearance
Carrying a dark complexion was something that set him apart from many other Hyur as prolonged exposure to the scalding sun of Thanalan often left him looking far more crisp than he would have otherwise appeared, making the broad and muscular man rather easy to spot in a crowd. Adding to this ease of noticeability, there is a level of classical Gyr Abanian handsomeness to his features that are broad, stern, and chiseled like the mountain tops that Ala Mhigo itself was built upon. Draping from the crown of the man’s head flows a healthy mass of disheveled brown and peppered locks that provide some layer of protection from the sun’s tyranny as the lack of tan lines around his face showcased a certain disdain for wearing a helmet. If his classical features were not enough to lend towards his pure Ala Mhigan heritage, his ritualistically shaved eyebrows only did more to add to it, not letting them grow bushy or painting them on as other Highlander men would do. Beneath a generous brow bone sat twin orbs of a dark brown, matching with his rather bland and typical hair color, carrying with it specks of gold to showcase that intelligence laying behind his boorish and brash facade. When the man was younger in his years, he felt his particularly pronounced nose was something to be embarrassed of, feeling it too large for his face but as his face caught up with his nose, everything seemed to fall into place leaving that centerpiece upon his features looking right at home.
Laying siege to the man’s expressionable features were a series of scars and thick facial hair that only enhanced the combatant’s tested mettle. Slashing across the expanse of his prominent nose is a straight slash caught by the tip of a blade, accompanied by another that appeared its brother having just barely slashed through his right eye, leaving a permanent off-set coloring within the sea of white. On the man’s left cheek, just above his thick beard was a thin stab wound that appeared to have come from something akin to a punch-dagger. Unlike his ritualistically shaved eyebrows, the man maintains a firm belief that his beard adds to his own masculinity and definition to his gruff features. The ever-fluctuating thickness of his beard remains tied to that of his travels, where long treks often accompany a thicker beard and extended periods of time in the bounty of Ul’dah offer something more tidy. Regardless of the shift of this beard, a day does not go by where the man does not shave his eyebrows in the morning when he first awakes.
In typical Highlander fashion, Antares earned his name by bouts of strength and proving himself in some way and while the story is surely to be saved for something akin to a tavern’s screaming braggarts, Antares’ physique tells quite the tale of how he earned the name Armstrong. Highlanders themselves are known for their incredibly powerful and strong builds, but Antares takes this a step further in the overall mountainous form of his grand arms. Where others might struggle to find their momentum with even some of the heftiest of axes, Antares’ considerable strength allows him to wield even some of the mightiest weapons with a single hand, turning what was once a greataxe into a handaxe.
Adorning the man’s robust physique, much like his face, are a swath of scars that cut and cleave their way throughout nearly every twist and turn of his figure. While the majority of the scarring lies upon the front of the man, there are more than enough puncture wounds upon his back be it from arrow or dagger. As well, there appears to be a discoloration of his skin near his left kidney, as if he were the target of a particularly nasty spell that he wasn’t quite fast enough to dodge out of the way for.
