Hamul Argo

Hamul Argo
Gender	Male
Race	Au Ra
Clan	Xaela
Citizenship	Othard
Age	31
Marital Status	Single
Occupation	Huntsman
Height/Weight	7'2" / Lean, Muscular
Orientation	Heterosexual

Basic Info

Hamul Argo hails from the vast plains of Othard, born into the small and lesser known Argo tribe of the Xaela. Owing to his traditional (and likely strange to outside observers) upbringing, he is a self-made recluse who rarely ventures into the more populated urban centers of Eorzea, preferring to stay alone in well-hidden camps dotting the Vylbrand wilderness. His days are spent hunting and gathering, living a life of subsistence off the land, and though he is not outright hostile to those who may stumble upon him in their own travels he views most if not all native Eorzeans with a healthy dose of suspicion.

LIKES ■ Quiet ■ Meat ■ Hunting ■ Learning

DISLIKES ■ Cold Weather ■ Laws ■ Crowds ■ Liars

OTHER ■ Alignment: Chaotic Neutral ■ Vice(s): Drinking ■ Favorite Food: Meat, any meat ■ Favorite Drink: Firewater ■ Favorite Color: Green

Appearance & Personality

Standing tall even for his kin, a good few inches more than the average Xaela and with broad shoulders to match, Hamul can seem intimidating at first glance. White eyes peer out in stark contrast to his dark skin, sometimes made even more striking by the white paint he uses on his face when hunting. More often than not he can be found wearing the leathers and skins typical of a traditional tribal Xaela, with his collection of long knives slung through his belt and occasionally a greataxe hanging from his back. He never wears helmets or hats, preferring to keep his mane of black hair free and loose.

Thanks to his upbringing, born and raised in a tribe that valued it's isolation and even raised its members to actively avoid encountering others in the wilds he has little in the way of social skills, though it comes off as more of an uncertainty on how to behave rather than a dislike for the company of others. Though often stoic, he is far from bereft of emotion and can be made to smile or laugh while in the company of those he trusts not to turn on him, or particularly the few he considers friends. His camps have little in the way of modern comforts, the idea of venturing into one of the great stone cities he so dislikes entirely unappealing to him, but he does what he can to make guests comfortable.

He speaks a halting form of Eorzean, only now beginning to fully grasp the language after decades of living in either total silence with nobody around to speak with, or among a people with a language all their own. Because of this he sometimes keeps from speaking at all, preferring it to the possibility of looking like a fool with a language he's unfamiliar with.

Miscellaneous

RUMORS ◢ Rumors ■ ■ ■ ◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players) ■ ■ ■ ■

RELATIONS ♥ Romantic Interest    ♥ Platonic Love     ● Good Standing     ● Poor Standing ♥