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{{Infobox-character | {{Infobox-character | ||
| name = Ciaran Cadeyrn | | name = Ciaran Cadeyrn | ||
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| − | | gender = Male | + | | title = Worth more than two fulms and ten ilms.<br><br> |
| − | | citizenship = | + | | gender = Male |
| + | | citizenship = Ul’dah | ||
| race = Lalafell | | race = Lalafell | ||
| clan = Dunesfolk | | clan = Dunesfolk | ||
| − | | stat_1 = | + | | stat_1 = AGE |
| stat_1_value = 24 | | stat_1_value = 24 | ||
| − | | stat_2 = | + | | stat_2 = Occupation |
| − | | stat_2_value = | + | | stat_2_value = Teacher/Sultansworn |
| − | | stat_3 = | + | | stat_3 = Orientation |
| − | | stat_3_value = | + | | stat_3_value = Bisexual |
| − | | stat_4 = | + | | stat_4 = Alignment |
| − | | stat_4_value = | + | | stat_4_value = Chaotic good |
| − | | stat_5 = | + | | stat_5 = Affiliation |
| − | | stat_5_value = | + | | stat_5_value = The Imaginarium |
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| − | + | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #0B243B;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>GENERAL INFORMATION</center></div></span></h3> | |
| − | ''' | + | <p><font style="color:#HIGHLIGHT COLOR;" size="2" family="Georgia"><b>Ciaran Cadeyrn</b></font> '''(Pronunciation''': <i>Keer</i>-in cay-der-rin ''')''', born on the Tenth Sun of the Second Astral Moon, he was never much one for the grander lifestyles. He was trained extensively in Astrology as a child, and trained just as extensively in the art of swordplay after leaving home. A proud Sultansworn now, he is not difficult to spot out and about the streets of Ul’dah. He speaks much too formally to be any merchant anyway. </p> |
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| − | + | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #0B243B;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>APPEARANCE</center></div></span></h3> | |
| − | == | + | <p>Short and round (like all lalafells). His skin and hair are dark-- indicative of an Ul’dahn heritage. There are pale scars stretching across his back (nearly his entire back is scar tissue), some across his neck and wrists, and more yet down his arms and legs. They are not the result of self-harm-- rather the result of his father’s abuse. There are burns on his ears and the rest of his body as well, as little-seen they are by others. His right eye is faded and blind, the left retaining a brilliant blue from his father’s heritage. </p> |
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| + | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #0B243B;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>PERSONALITY</center></div></span></h3> | ||
| + | <p><b>Blunt. Obnoxious. <i>Loyal.</i></b> Ciaran is constantly leaping to conclusions which he should not make. It’s the result of a Sharlayan upbringing, of course, but it’s prevalent in every conversation he makes. He tends to cut to the point in conversation as well, being an incredibly blunt person. His words are concise and well-chosen, and he speaks too eloquently for most to understand. However, he is quick to anger and slow to cool off once in that place. It is not uncommon to see Ciaran picking fights and getting in scraps, especially while drunk… and boy does he drink. Usually when drunk his usual flirtiness gets worse, but even when sober he has a tendency to try and get with any women (and men) he sees. </p> | ||
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| − | + | <div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;"><p><b>ARGUING.</b> Arguing or debating with anyone in any way or form makes Ciaran incredibly happy… unless he loses, that is.</p> | |
| − | + | <p><b>FIRE.</b> Setting things ablaze, including himself, has always pleased him.</p> | |
| − | + | <p><b>FLIRTING.</b> Flirting has always been a form of escapism for Ciaran. It’s not the best, but he makes do..</p> | |
| − | + | <p><b>STARS.</b> Being versed in Sharlayan Astrology, Ciaran has always had an affinity for the stars, and a liking for their light.</p></div> | |
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| − | <td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family: | + | <td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;"><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="DISLIKES"><span class="mw-headline"> |
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| − | + | <div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #eeeeee;"><p><b>WATER.</b> Ciaran can’t stand any body of water. The mere sight of a bath is enough to make him faint.</p> | |
| − | + | <p><b>COLD.</b> Ciaran has never done well in cold temperatures-- hence why his stay in Ishgard was so fleeting whilst fleeing to Eorzea. He can’t seem to regulate his temperature well.</p> | |
| − | + | <p><b>FATHERS.</b> Any mention of a father is enough to send him into a depressed streak.</p> | |
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| − | + | </td><td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;"><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="STRENGTHS"><span class="mw-headline"> | |
| − | <td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family: | + | <div style="padding:10px 10px; background: #0B3861;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-family:Georgia;"><center>STRENGTHS</center></div></span></span></h3> |
| − | <div style="padding:10px | + | <div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;"><p><b>LOYALTY.</b> Once earning his trust, one is like to find that Ciaran is in fact an incredibly loyal person. He would take an arrow for a friend any day.</p> |
| − | + | <p><b>STRENGTH.</b> Ciaran’s years of heavy lifting and training in swordplay ended with him being rather strong.</p> | |
| − | + | <p><b>INTELLIGENCE.</b> Being one of Sharlayan heritage (for the most part), he’s blessed with a hunger for knowledge and a quick wit..</p> | |
| − | + | <p><b>DETERMINATION.</b> He refuses to give up, despite how many times he may be knocked down.</p> | |
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| − | + | </td><td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;"><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="WEAKNESSES"><span class="mw-headline"> | |
| − | + | <div style="padding:10px 10px; background: #0B3861;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-family:Georgia;"><center>WEAKNESSES</center></div></span></span></h3> | |
| − | </ | + | <div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #eeeeee;"><p><b>BLINDNESS.</b> Of the few things Ciaran inherited from his father, bright blue eyes were one of them. In a fit of hatred, he attempted to blind himself. He successfully blinded the right, and damaged the left..</p> |
| − | + | <p><b>INSECURITY.</b> Racism and a damaging childhood left Ciaran with a crippling insecurity, and a fear of not being enough.</p> | |
| − | + | <p><b>PERSISTENCE.</b> In battle, Ciaran often fights past points that he should. After his childhood he has been incredibly tolerant to pain, and as a result cannot tell when he is too injured to fight..</p></div> | |
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| − | + | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #0B243B;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>CURRENT INVENTORY</center></div></span></h3> | |
| − | + | <center><p>This is a list of the items that Ciaran currently is keeping on his person. Feel free to use this information if it comes up logically in the course of RP, such as pickpocketing, a search, etc.</p></center> | |
| − | + | <center><p><b>Last Updated:</b> 4/22/16.</p></center> | |
| − | + | ::* <p><b>MOTHER’S RING:</b> As he fled Sharlayan, his mother gave him her wedding ring, telling him that it would get him through the difficult times in life. So far that has proven untrue, but it’s been a valuable memento. </p> | |
| − | + | ::* <p><b>SATCHEL:</b> A nondescript pouch containing gil. More often than not full. On nights he’s in particularly terrible pain, more often than not empty. </p> | |
| − | + | ::* <p><b>GLASSES:</b> Old, chipped, cracked, beat-up reading glasses that he keeps tucked into a fold in his robes. He cannot read without them whatsoever-- though he can see decently without them on. </p> | |
| − | + | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: ##0B243B;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION</center></div></span></h3> | |
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| − | + | <p><b>Voice Claim</b>: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqYJmLVS4Ho Ramsay Bolton].</p> | |
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| − | + | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #0B243B;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>COMBAT & WEAPONRY</center></div></span></h3> | |
| − | == | + | <p>With a past like Ciaran’s, and an occupation like his to boot, one must always be prepared to have a little spat or two. Skilled in Sharlayan Astrology, he can heal whatever ails him (albeit not well in battle), and deals with cards often. More than not, however, he can be found with sword in hand and shield at the ready. A paladin always is prepared for a fight, and that means always. There’s no mistaking when the little Sultansworn is on duty or otherwise.</p> |
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| − | ' | + | <div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;"><p>A sort of family antique. His father bestowed the old star globe upon Ciaran when he was only five. After all, the kid needed to know how to keep himself alive.</p></div> |
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| − | <div style=" | + | <td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;"><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="WEAPON"><span class="mw-headline"> |
| − | : <font style="color:# | + | <div style="padding:10px 10px;background: #0B3861;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-family:Georgia;"><center>TYRFING</center></div></span></span></h3> |
| − | : <font style="color:# | + | <div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #eeeeee;"><p>Not really a legendary sword (or a sword of particular uniqueness either), it’s the blade Ciaran is most likely to be found wearing. It was not his first blade, no, but is definitely one that has served him well. It has many scratches and repaired flaws..</p></div> |
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| + | <div style="padding:10px 10px; background: #0B3861;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-family:Georgia;"><center>ROST</center></div></span></span></h3> | ||
| + | <div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;"><p>The sword that his adoptive father of five years, and mentor in swordplay gave to him upon leaving for La Noscea. It’s much too large and ungainly for Ciaran to use practically, but it is sentimental to keep about.</p></div> | ||
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| + | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #0B243B;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>EXPERIENCE LOG</center></div></span></h3> | ||
| + | <center><p>Here is a list of recent and/or notable fights, roleplay scenes, etc. that Ciaran has been a part of. This list is by no means all inclusive, and serves more as a general reference as to what he has been up to.</p></center> | ||
| + | * <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px"><b>Unnamed Au Ra:</b> <i>Unarmed.</i> Entirely unarmed and simply attempting to pick a fight, he was attacked by a mad Au Ra woman with an axe. She swung the blunt side into his shoulder and dislocated it, sending him home indignant and defeated.</div> | ||
| + | =History= | ||
| + | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #0B243B;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>BACKSTORY</center></div></span></h3> | ||
| + | <p>He was born in Sharlayan to a man named Eideard and a woman named Vividi. Eideard was a Sharayan scholar and Vividi was a dancer from Ul'dah. Ciaran spent his childhood studying with other Sharlayan children. He resided in the Answering Quarter nearby to Saint Moccaine’s Arboretum with his parents for some time. His mother was very kind, though she fell ill only when he was seven. Eideard, however, had other ideas.</p> | ||
| + | <p>Noticing a definitive lack of records on lalafellin tolerances to pain, poisons, and other things such as lung capacity, Eideard found the perfect test subject: Ciaran.</p> | ||
| + | <p>Several years followed in which Ciaran was no more than a research subject. Scarred all across his body and terrified of his father, he was miserable. The Forum was of course thankful for the information Eideard gathered, but none were curious as to how he acquired it.</p> | ||
| + | <p>Vividi knew what was happening to her son, and when he was twelve she arranged to have him smuggled out of Sharlayan and to the Saigoli desert. She had family there that would take care of him, and not being a citizen of Sharlayan she had little legal ability to protect her son. Eideard caught wind of the plan the night that the two of them were going to leave. As Vividi led Ciaran out through the city-state and to the pass to the Forelands, Eideard attacked the two of them. Without hesitation, Ciaran was shoved into the wagon that waited for them, and the driver took off. Eideard was still focused on Vividi by the time Ciaran was out of their sights, and them out of his.</p> | ||
| + | <p>Determined to do as his mother asked rather than return, he traveled to Tailfeather and quickly hopped onto a wagon carrying chocobos to Ishgard. From there he arranged for transport to the Shroud, and from there to Thanalan. His goal was to make it to the Saigoli desert and find Vividi’s family, yet as he crossed over Highbridge he ran into trouble. On the way down from the Shroud and to Camp Drybone, he was grabbed off the road by a Roegadyn traveling with three chocobos all carrying large packs. He was a wanderer and a trader, and wore a rusted old shortsword on his side, and he intended to keep Ciaran.</p> | ||
| + | <p>At first he feared the Roegadyn, whose name was Rostnskylt. However, after only a few days, it became clear that Rostnskylt only wanted someone to help carry his bags and manage the chocobos. The two of them traveled through Thanalan together, Rostnskylt on his way to the Silver Bazaar. On the way, he taught Ciaran the art of swordplay and how to care for the chocobos.</p> | ||
| + | <p>Once at the Silver Bazaar, Rostnskylt settled there for some time with his three chocobos, Boris, Sorghum, and Cerys. Ciaran helped out with the heavy lifting and with caring for his chocobos until he was seventeen. Rostnskylt became a father to Ciaran in that time-- the father that Ciaran never had. A letter came to Rostnskylt one day. His family needed help in La Noscea, and Ciaran could not come with. As Rostnskylt boarded the ferry to leave, he left Sorghum and his sword with the Lalafell and told him to speak with a man named Jenlyns. | ||
| + | </p> | ||
| + | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #0B243B;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>RECENT HISTORY</center></div></span></h3> | ||
| + | <p>Having only been a Sultansworn for the past two years, he’s rather inexperienced at his duties. Easily distracted and with a head filled with fantasy, he took a job offered to him by a man named [[Fabius Dandy]], who offered him a job teaching at his school. The Imaginarium proved to be a fantastic environment in which Ciaran finally has begun to make friends in.</p> | ||
| + | =Relationships= | ||
| + | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #0B243B;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>RELATIONSHIPS</center></div></span></h3> | ||
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| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; background: #0B3861;font-size:12px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center><B>RELATIONSHIP STATUS LEGEND</B></center></div> | ||
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| + | | <font style="color:#F02311;" size="2">♥</font> Romantic Attraction <font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="1">–</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="2">♥</font> Physical Attraction <font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="1">–</font> <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="2">♥</font> Platonic Love <font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="1">–</font> <font style="color:#CD950C;" size="2">$</font> Business <font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="1">–</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="2">❖</font> Deceased <font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="1">–</font> <font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font> Positive <font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="1">–</font> <font style="color:#C24640;" size="2">✖</font> Negative <font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="1">–</font> <font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="2">●</font> Neutral <font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="1">–</font> <font style="color:#000000;" size="2">🔃</font> Unsure <font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="1">–</font> <font style="color:#c5a541;" size="2">🔒</font> Trust | ||
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| + | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #0B243B;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>FAMILY</center></div></span></h3> | ||
| + | <center><p>These are mostly backstory-related relationships.</p></center> | ||
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| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; background: #0B3861;font-size:12px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center><B>LIST OF FAMILY MEMBERS</B></center></div> | ||
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| + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Vividi Vidi,</b> <i>mother</i>. <b>(</b> <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="2">♥</font><font style="color:#000000;" size="2">🔃</font><font style="color:#c5a541;" size="2">🔒</font> <b>)</b></div> | ||
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| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Ciaran’s Thoughts:</b> <i>"S-she was… She was good. Never talked to me much for fear of father getting all pissed of..."</i></div> | ||
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| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;"><p>Now deceased (so Ciaran believes), Vividi cared deeply for her son. She was simply a tool to avoid legal discipline for Eideard’s deeds, yet she loved her son with all of her heart and more. Seeing him tortured day in and day out for her husband’s research hurt, and she suffered from extreme depression. Eventually, she managed to force Ciaran out of Sharlayan, but at the cost of her own life.</p></div> | ||
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| + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Eideard</b>, <i>father</i>. <b>(</b> <font style="color:#000000;" size="2">❖</font><font style="color:#C24640;" size="2">✖</font><font style="color:#C24640;" size="2">✖</font><font style="color:#C24640;" size="2">✖</font> <b>)</b></div> | ||
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| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Ciaran's Thoughts:</b> <i>"If he was still here, I’d run him through, I would. I would do it thirty times and thirty times more, just for existing."</i></div> | ||
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| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;"><p>Eideard was the worst father any young Sharlayan could have hoped for. He used his son for a test subject, and scarred him both physically and mentally for life. Ciaran lived in fear of Eideard, and still is paranoid that his father will return from the dead to haunt him. He believes Eideard died at Carteneau, but there was never any confirmation of his death. </p></div> | ||
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| + | <center><p>Listed here are the non-family characters, both PC and NPC, that Ciaran has interacted with enough or in such a way for HIM/HER to form a real opinion about them. Please don't take personal offense if your character isn't listed here, or how the interaction or relationship is described. It isn't that I dislike your character or our RP. I just tend to only add these as necessary for those who make a real impact on Ciaran, and descriptions are purely based upon in character experiences and opinions!</p></center> | ||
| + | <center><p><b>Last Update...</b> 4/23/16</p></center> | ||
| + | <center><p>* An asterisk denotes that Ciaran doesn't know the individual's true name.</p></center> | ||
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| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; background: #0B3861;font-size:12px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center><B>LIST OF NON-FAMILY RELATIONS</B></center></div> | ||
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| + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;">[[Ruriri Ruri]], <i>a witch in her own way</i>. <b>(</b> <font style="color:#000000;" size="2">♥</font> <font style="color:#C24640;" size="2">✖</font> <b>)</b></div> | ||
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| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Ciaran’s Thoughts:</b> <i>"Of the one thing that I hate being done to me, she’s done it, and she’s done it better than any damn person I’ve ever known..."</i></div> | ||
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| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;"><p>She pulled him away from his duties. She filled his head with silly fantasies of adventuring. She tried to tell him of her attraction, and upon only their second meeting tensions grew high. She took the initiative, and by whittling at Ciaran’s resolve ended up the first woman to sleep with him. Since then, however, he’s been her perfect little puppet-- she could do whatever he wanted. He’s under her complete control.</p></div> | ||
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| + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;">[[Fabius Dandy]], <i>a strange man</i>. <b>(</b> <font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font><font style="color:#c5a541;" size="2">🔒</font> <b>)</b></div> | ||
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| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Ciaran’s Thoughts:</b> <i>"Definitely something different than the usual."</i></div> | ||
| + | |- | ||
| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;"><p>An eccentric individual… to say the least. He met him by chance while going to bother Yoxoh’sae, and wound up bumping into Dandy again and again. Soon enough, he was asked to teach at the hyur’s school, The Imaginarium. After a good deal of compromising and debating, he gave in and accepted a teaching role at the school. Ciaran now works as a history teacher there.</p></div> | ||
| + | |} | ||
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| + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;">[[Rhel’ir Tayuun]], <i>the bad-luck black cat</i>. <b>(</b> <font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font> <b>)</b></div> | ||
| + | |- | ||
| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Ciaran’s Thoughts:</b> <i>"Definitely a strange fellow. I’d punch his nose in just about any day of the week, though."</i></div> | ||
| + | |- | ||
| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;"><p>Some poor guy who managed to make Ciaran’s acquaintance. He’s married to Fabius Dandy unfortunately-- Ci wouldn’t be caught dead married to a nutjob like that for any reason. Rhel’s a sort of strange friend, though. The kind of friend that Ci wouldn’t mind giving a good wallop to, even without good reason. Rhel’s kinda punchable.</p></div> | ||
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| + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;">[[Yoxoh’sae Betwanhe]], <i>just a child</i>. <b>(</b> <font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font><font style="color:#c5a541;" size="2">🔒</font> <b>)</b></div> | ||
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| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Ciaran’s Thoughts:</b> <i>"Kid isn’t fit to function in the real world. He’s not mentally ready for all the shite that’s gonna come his way."</i></div> | ||
| + | |- | ||
| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;"><p>One of the first people in Ul’dah that Ciaran met. Yoxoh is far too sweet and far too innocent for really any real world situations. Obviously incredibly sheltered, Yoxoh hasn’t seen many bad things… and he isn’t really ready to. If anyone, Ciaran would protect Yoxoh with his life.</p></div> | ||
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| + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;">[[Tamm’lin Maertena]], <i>drinking buddy extraordinaire</i>. <b>(</b> <font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font><font style="color:#c5a541;" size="2">🔒</font> <b>)</b></div> | ||
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| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Ciaran’s Thoughts:</b> <i>"Rather have her fighting with me than against me. She’s feistier than a coeurl in heat!"</i></div> | ||
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| + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px;"><p>If anyone is worthy of being called terrifying yet friendly, it’s Tamm. She’s spunky, loud, tough, and most importantly, can match Ci in a drinking contest. Maybe-- that hasn’t been tested quite yet, actually. Regardless of her capacity for alcohol, she’s a good friend, and he’d gladly fight beside her any day.</p></div> | ||
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| − | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;">[[Person's Name]], <i>nickname or alias</i>. <b>(</b> SYMBOLS GO HERE <b>)</b></div> | |
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| − | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>CHARACTER’s Thoughts:</b> <i>"Insert CHARACTER’s quote here.."</i></div> | |
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| − | + | =Rumors= | |
| − | < | + | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #0B243B;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>RUMORS</center></div></span></h3> |
| − | <div style="padding:10px | + | <center>''These are rumors, both from NPCs and PCs, that one might overhear in regards to CHARACTER. Feel free to utilize these in your RP hooks, or add your own!''</center> |
| − | + | <div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #RUMOR 1 COLOR; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><b>◢ Common Rumors -</b> ''Easily overheard. Use these freely!''</div> | |
| − | + | * <p><div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px"> "It’s weird seein’ someone so small doin’ a job so big."<b>-- A trader.</b></div></p> | |
| − | + | * <p><div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px">"He’s got scars all over him. Little shite’s gotten into some of his own." <b>-- An old gladiator.</b></div></p> | |
| − | + | <div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #RUMOR 2 COLOR; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><b>◢ Uncommon Rumors -</b> ''A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first!''</div> | |
| − | + | * <p><div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px">"He doesn’t last long in bed I heard. Too stalwart to really start much and too-- eh, he's lookin over here. Pipe down, will you?" <b>-- An adventurer.</b></div></p> | |
| − | </ | + | * <p><div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px">"He’s one of those folks from down in the Saigoli! The ones that all make their homes on those big tortoises, I think." <b>-- A scholar.</b></div></p> |
| − | + | <div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #RUMOR 3 COLOR; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><b>◢ Rare Rumors -</b> ''Very rarely overheard. Please ask before using!''</div> | |
| − | + | * <p><div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px">"He’s got some damned nerve… Thinks he’s important now does he? I tell you, you could knock that boy over with a feather. He pales at the sight of a bath!" <b>-- A shady lalafell standing to the side.</b></div></p> | |
| − | + | * <p><div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px">"He learned from one of the best, he did. He’s got an eye for handling chocobos and a good sword hand. I’m proud of him." <b>-- A wanderer.</b></div></p> | |
| − | + | <div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #RUMOR 4 COLOR; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><b>◢ Player Character Rumors -</b> ''Feel free to add rumors of your own!''</div> | |
| + | * <p><div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px">(Insert rumor here.) <b>-- Rumor Author / Location</b></div></p> | ||
| + | * <p><div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px">(<i>If you add a player rumor, please first copy and paste the above line of code to leave behind for the next person! Thanks!</i>)</div></p> | ||
| + | =Visuals= | ||
| + | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="Screenshots"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #0B243B;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>SCREENSHOTS</center></div></span></h3> | ||
| + | <center>A collection of screenshots of Ciaran that serves as a visual reference, or snapshots from certain roleplaying scenes.</center> | ||
| + | <br> | ||
| + | <gallery class="center"> | ||
| + | File:ciaran_apparently_copy.png | ||
| + | File:he_orange.png | ||
| + | File:IM_BLUE_DA_BU_DI_A_BU_DAI.png | ||
| + | File:Shield_lob_after_the_200th_try.png | ||
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| + | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="Artwork"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #0B243B;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>ARTWORK</center></div></span></h3> | ||
| + | <center>A collection of artwork of CHARACTER, either commissioned or gifted by the respective artist(s). Artist names & info are linked when you hover over images. | ||
| + | <br>You are <i><b>not permitted to re-use</b></i> this artwork for your own characters or purposes, whether on Final Fantasy XIV or on other games, forums, etc.</center> | ||
| + | <br> | ||
| + | <gallery mode="packed-hover" class="center"> | ||
| + | File:FILE_NAME.PNG|[WWW.URL.COM Artist Name] | ||
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| − | </center> | + | =RP Hooks= |
| − | + | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="Screenshots"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #0B243B;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>ROLEPLAY HOOKS</center></div></span></h3> | |
| − | ===<div style="padding:10px | + | <p>Feel free to use these when approaching Ciaran! They are things that are easy to start up interaction using, or things that your character can know without metagaming or knowing more than you should.</p> |
| − | + | * <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px"><b>Sultansworn:</b> Whenever a Paladin, Ciaran is also a Sultansworn, and it isn’t difficult to recognize him as one. Feel free to ask questions or harass him about it.</div> | |
| − | : ''' | + | * <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px"><b>Astrologian:</b> Whenever in his Astrologian gear, Ciaran does card readings to make some extra gil..</div> |
| − | + | * <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:12px"><b>Teacher:</b> Ci teaches at the Imaginarium as well. He’s a well-versed history teacher, and will gladly address prospective students and otherwise.</div> | |
| − | : ''' | + | =OOC Notes= |
| − | + | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #0B243B;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>ABOUT THE PLAYER</center></div></span></h3> | |
| − | : ''' | + | <p>The name’s Ezekial, and I’m just some dweeb meddling about with dumb characters. I’m always open to skype requests and people following me on tumblr (which is armoroad, btw). Uhh, seriously the biggest dweeb ever on the inside. Talk to me about electro swing pls thank you. Also do art? I wasn’t prepared to write about myself this is a page about Ci what am I doing with my life.</p> |
| + | <div align=center><table style="position:center;" width="70%"> | ||
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| + | <td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;"><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND"> | ||
| + | <div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #0B3861;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>'''THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND...'''</center></div></span></h3> | ||
| + | <div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;"><b>Summary of thing to keep in mind.</b> Basically don’t piss me off? Ci’s abrasive and quick to anger, but he also is quick to befriend. Just try for it and you’re bound to make it!</div> | ||
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| + | <br> | ||
| + | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #0B243B;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>GUIDELINES</center></div></span></h3> | ||
| + | Overall, I'm pretty chill as far as guidelines go. I don't have an extensive list of 'Do's or 'Don't's or things that I personally find triggering. So chances are, you won't offend me or make me uncomfortable unless you're trying to or just being really skeevy in general. Still, for the sake of making sure everyone's on the same page here, let me make a few mentions in particular: | ||
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| + | <td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;"><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="I WILL NOT"> | ||
| + | <div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #0B3861;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>'''I WILL NOT...'''</center></div></span></h3> | ||
| + | <div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;"><b>Write smut (often).</b> I stay out of erp as much as I can. Don’t pressure me into it or whatever. Ci’s actually really into that so I’m fine content-wise, but I’ll also opt to fade to black almost 100% of the time.</div> | ||
| + | <div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #eeeeee;"><b>Kill my character.</b> Except I’m totally chill with fights and mortal wounds. I love putting my characters in pain y’all got no idea..</div> | ||
| + | <div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;"><b>Censor my character.</b> Ciaran is obnoxious. Ciaran is rude. Ciaran is abrasive, and jumps to conclusions, and speaks like he’s better than everyone. I won’t dumb him down for your sake. Ever. The end.</div> | ||
| + | </td> | ||
| + | </tr></table></div> | ||
| + | <p> | ||
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| + | <td style="vertical-align: top;font-size:9pt;font-family:Georgia;"><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="I WILL"> | ||
| + | <div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #0B3861;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px silver;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>'''I WILL...'''</center></div></span></h3> | ||
| + | <div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;"><b>Hurt my muse.</b> Honestly I love when Ciaran gets hurt or when he’s in emotional pain. If you write emotional things with me, I will love you ‘til the end of days, forreal.</div> | ||
| + | <div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #eeeeee;"><b>Write my character how I want.</b> Not everyone in real life is likeable. If you don’t like Ciaran, put your big girl panties on and suck it up, because it isn’t my job to appeal to everyone. It’s my job to write what makes me happy, not write what you want.</div> | ||
| + | <div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px 10px; background: #e0e2e5;"><b>Overstep my boundaries and forget things.</b> I have honest to god, clinically diagnosed memory problems. If I forget your boundaries and overstep mine, or forget an interaction or a rule, please forgive me. I have a very difficult time remembering most things.</div> | ||
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| + | <br> | ||
| + | <b>Tumblr:</b> [http://armoroad.tumblr.com armoroad]. | ||
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| + | <b>Deviantart:</b> [http://armoroad.deviantart.com armoroad]. | ||
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Ciaran Cadeyrn (Pronunciation: Keer-in cay-der-rin ), born on the Tenth Sun of the Second Astral Moon, he was never much one for the grander lifestyles. He was trained extensively in Astrology as a child, and trained just as extensively in the art of swordplay after leaving home. A proud Sultansworn now, he is not difficult to spot out and about the streets of Ul’dah. He speaks much too formally to be any merchant anyway.
Short and round (like all lalafells). His skin and hair are dark-- indicative of an Ul’dahn heritage. There are pale scars stretching across his back (nearly his entire back is scar tissue), some across his neck and wrists, and more yet down his arms and legs. They are not the result of self-harm-- rather the result of his father’s abuse. There are burns on his ears and the rest of his body as well, as little-seen they are by others. His right eye is faded and blind, the left retaining a brilliant blue from his father’s heritage.
Blunt. Obnoxious. Loyal. Ciaran is constantly leaping to conclusions which he should not make. It’s the result of a Sharlayan upbringing, of course, but it’s prevalent in every conversation he makes. He tends to cut to the point in conversation as well, being an incredibly blunt person. His words are concise and well-chosen, and he speaks too eloquently for most to understand. However, he is quick to anger and slow to cool off once in that place. It is not uncommon to see Ciaran picking fights and getting in scraps, especially while drunk… and boy does he drink. Usually when drunk his usual flirtiness gets worse, but even when sober he has a tendency to try and get with any women (and men) he sees.
This is a list of the items that Ciaran currently is keeping on his person. Feel free to use this information if it comes up logically in the course of RP, such as pickpocketing, a search, etc. Last Updated: 4/22/16.
Voice Claim: Ramsay Bolton.
With a past like Ciaran’s, and an occupation like his to boot, one must always be prepared to have a little spat or two. Skilled in Sharlayan Astrology, he can heal whatever ails him (albeit not well in battle), and deals with cards often. More than not, however, he can be found with sword in hand and shield at the ready. A paladin always is prepared for a fight, and that means always. There’s no mistaking when the little Sultansworn is on duty or otherwise.
Here is a list of recent and/or notable fights, roleplay scenes, etc. that Ciaran has been a part of. This list is by no means all inclusive, and serves more as a general reference as to what he has been up to.
He was born in Sharlayan to a man named Eideard and a woman named Vividi. Eideard was a Sharayan scholar and Vividi was a dancer from Ul'dah. Ciaran spent his childhood studying with other Sharlayan children. He resided in the Answering Quarter nearby to Saint Moccaine’s Arboretum with his parents for some time. His mother was very kind, though she fell ill only when he was seven. Eideard, however, had other ideas. Noticing a definitive lack of records on lalafellin tolerances to pain, poisons, and other things such as lung capacity, Eideard found the perfect test subject: Ciaran. Several years followed in which Ciaran was no more than a research subject. Scarred all across his body and terrified of his father, he was miserable. The Forum was of course thankful for the information Eideard gathered, but none were curious as to how he acquired it. Vividi knew what was happening to her son, and when he was twelve she arranged to have him smuggled out of Sharlayan and to the Saigoli desert. She had family there that would take care of him, and not being a citizen of Sharlayan she had little legal ability to protect her son. Eideard caught wind of the plan the night that the two of them were going to leave. As Vividi led Ciaran out through the city-state and to the pass to the Forelands, Eideard attacked the two of them. Without hesitation, Ciaran was shoved into the wagon that waited for them, and the driver took off. Eideard was still focused on Vividi by the time Ciaran was out of their sights, and them out of his. Determined to do as his mother asked rather than return, he traveled to Tailfeather and quickly hopped onto a wagon carrying chocobos to Ishgard. From there he arranged for transport to the Shroud, and from there to Thanalan. His goal was to make it to the Saigoli desert and find Vividi’s family, yet as he crossed over Highbridge he ran into trouble. On the way down from the Shroud and to Camp Drybone, he was grabbed off the road by a Roegadyn traveling with three chocobos all carrying large packs. He was a wanderer and a trader, and wore a rusted old shortsword on his side, and he intended to keep Ciaran. At first he feared the Roegadyn, whose name was Rostnskylt. However, after only a few days, it became clear that Rostnskylt only wanted someone to help carry his bags and manage the chocobos. The two of them traveled through Thanalan together, Rostnskylt on his way to the Silver Bazaar. On the way, he taught Ciaran the art of swordplay and how to care for the chocobos. Once at the Silver Bazaar, Rostnskylt settled there for some time with his three chocobos, Boris, Sorghum, and Cerys. Ciaran helped out with the heavy lifting and with caring for his chocobos until he was seventeen. Rostnskylt became a father to Ciaran in that time-- the father that Ciaran never had. A letter came to Rostnskylt one day. His family needed help in La Noscea, and Ciaran could not come with. As Rostnskylt boarded the ferry to leave, he left Sorghum and his sword with the Lalafell and told him to speak with a man named Jenlyns.
Having only been a Sultansworn for the past two years, he’s rather inexperienced at his duties. Easily distracted and with a head filled with fantasy, he took a job offered to him by a man named Fabius Dandy, who offered him a job teaching at his school. The Imaginarium proved to be a fantastic environment in which Ciaran finally has begun to make friends in.
These are mostly backstory-related relationships.
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