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Revision as of 09:11, 11 January 2017
"I'LL KILL FOR YOU..."
- Madoc remembers living in the Steppes as a small child. He remembers being surrounded by a Xaela tribe, tall mountains, and the sun warming his face.
- He remembers fire, and war, and the crackling of branches. Boarding a small vessel and spending far too many weeks at sea. Xaela bodies being sent overboard, dead and rotting with disease. The feel of land beneath his feet, and being traded from one pair of hands to the next. And then, moving and running and surviving.
- A young child, alone and lost, he recalls dark nights and cold shoulders. "Demon child," the blurred faces said. He remembers starting to believe them, and the bitterness that burned through his veins in rebellion and spite.
- Then, he recalls a face. A thick beard with matching brows and a smile that was gentle but callous, extending a hand that matched. "Sellswords," Madoc recollects him saying, "are simply demons without horns."
- Madoc remembers taking the hand, and his training as a mercenary began.
BASIC INFORMATION
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- FIRST IMPRESSION.
- With his myriad scars, muscular stature, and decorated broken horn, Madoc can be a rather imposing-looking xaela. His tall posture is relaxed most times, striding with a confidence as if he owns whatever place he enters. Almost always present is a smug little smirk, and a low, earthy chuckle often rumbles from him. His black eyes are much more observant than he first seems. He appears to be the laid-back sort and one with whom a good drink and story could be shared.
- CLOTHING.
- Simple leathers, furs, and cloth make up the majority of Madoc's everyday wear. Sometimes plated boots cover his legs and arms, but otherwise he's a man of simple means. His upper half is rarely covered, exposing his tanned skin and the diverse marks scattered across his well-built form.
- Madoc has been chided on more than one occasion to put on a shirt, yet he stubbornly refuses. 'The abs need to breathe', he would claim with a little teasing grin. Lately he's been seen wearing a dark red coat, and this seems to be a compromise of sorts with whoever convinced him to wear it.
- SCARS.
- Many. Each one has a grand story that goes with it, or so he claims. Whether they are true or not, no one can say for certain, and even Madoc seems coy on the matter.
- On his head, two small scars are etched below his left eye, cutting through the scales of his face. There are also a few small scars that jut past his hairline, unseen until it was shaved. His left horn is noticeably broken a good 3-4 ilms in the front and the back.
- Various other scars litter his body, from the small ones on his neck and arms, to larger scars that run across his torso and lower back. These are all easy to see, as Madoc makes no attempt to hide them. Instead of shame, he seems quite proud of his collection.
- KEY ITEMS.
- CONFIDENT.
- Typically found in taverns or lazying about, it's easy to see Madoc as an easy-going, laid back guy at first. And he is. He loves interesting stories is quite comfortable walking straight up and striking a conversation. The company of women is even moreso welcomed, with his wandering eyes and cocky little smirk.
- Typically found in taverns or lazying about, it's easy to see Madoc as an easy-going, laid back guy at first. And he is. He loves interesting stories is quite comfortable walking straight up and striking a conversation. The company of women is even moreso welcomed, with his wandering eyes and cocky little smirk.
- OBSERVANT.
- People intrigue him. He asks pointed questions and tests waters, and it's sort of a game for him to read reactionary tics and responses in order to know a person better. He is more observant than he might seem, storing away information for later.
- People intrigue him. He asks pointed questions and tests waters, and it's sort of a game for him to read reactionary tics and responses in order to know a person better. He is more observant than he might seem, storing away information for later.
- REVELS IN COMBAT.
- On the battlefield, Madoc loves the adrenaline of a good fight, often taunting enemies or boosting the morale of others. Even if wounded, he'll seem to be enjoying himself. There's a light-heartedness to him, almost as if he was playing a sport and not murdering
peoplelegitimate monsters.
- On the battlefield, Madoc loves the adrenaline of a good fight, often taunting enemies or boosting the morale of others. Even if wounded, he'll seem to be enjoying himself. There's a light-heartedness to him, almost as if he was playing a sport and not murdering
- DEDICATED.
- A serious side emerges when it comes to business and loyalty. Despite his questionable trade and self-serving attitude, he is surprisingly true to his word. His loyalty can be bought, for good or ill, and he will remain so until the job is done. Unless, of course, this puts him in a compromising position. He doesn't like being tricked or trapped, and this is the quickest way to kindle his anger.
- TROPES.
- PERSONALITY TRAITS.
- MAN OF MANY BLADES.
- Throughout Madoc's life, he's had to adapt to many situations and has exposed himself to many types of weapons. Though he is at least adequate in most anything he can get his hands on, he's of the mindset 'the larger, the better'. He prefers two-handed weapons, whether it be greataxe, greatsword, or spear, and can swing them with monstrous efficiency.
- UNARMORED.
- Perhaps one of the most notable qualities of the Xaela is the lack of body armor. He's quite aware of the risks it poses and fully accepts the consequences, continually shrugging or laughing off any critiques sent his way. This does not make him completely susceptible, however, as he has used his large-bladed weapons as cover, and is adept at parrying incoming strikes.
- INNER BEAST.
- Beneath his confident and boisterous exterior, Madoc has a violent, raging beast within. Though he relishes in its power, he only succumbs to it in the most dire of circumstances. The ominous glowing of the crimson ring on his finger—and matching eyes—is a warning that things are about to get serious.
- ◆ “Hah, Madoc! I know the guy, he’s done a few jobs from that adventurin’ board over there. Does a damn good job, no fuss, no questions asked. I wouldn’t doubt his skill with that big axe of his.” - Boisterous Barkeep, Limsa Lominsa
- ◆ “He doesn’t seem like he’s from the Steppes. I mean—he should have a tribe, right? What kind of tribe is ‘Parnell’? Sounds like a Midlander.” - Confused Chocobo Caretaker, Tailfeather
- ◆ “Mmhm, Parnell. He likes that table right there, and he’s always got at least one lass with ‘im, drinkin' and laughin'. If not, he goes lookin’ for one. Someday, one of ‘em is going to slap that smug smirk right off his stupid face.” - Definitely-Not-Bitter Barmaid, Coffer & Coffin
- ◆ “Hm? Madoc? I used to see him all the time around here, usually with a blue-haired elezen woman. They both carried large axes—quite intimidating. I never thought to introduce myself, but I suppose that’s no matter. They say he left without a trace.” - Polite Merchant, Revenant’s Toll
- ◆ “I don’t know much about ‘im, but I recall seein’ a Xaela mercenary before the big migration. Before the Calamity, even. He had a greataxe like you said, but it weren’t nearly as big as the Roegadyn’s he was travelin’ with. Right scary, the lot of them, but they turned out to be all right. For the most part.” - Experienced Adventurer, Camp Bronze Lake
- ◆ "I saw him a lot with an elezen woman—no, not that one, another one. She keeps her face veiled. He seemed quite fond of her. I never see her anymore, wonder what happened?” - Local Gossiper, Drowning Wench
- ◆ “Years ago, I met a Xaela with fire in his eyes. One who showed neither mirth nor mercy. Coin was his language, and the only smile was a hungry sneer that chilled me to my bones. I remember the screams that followed in his wake… Surely this is not the same man..?” - Hesitant Hunter, near Ala Mhigo
- ◆ “I saw him movin’ into an apartment in the Mist. He was carryin’ a greatsword inside, the blade all wrapped up. …It made me uneasy. Terrified. I don’t really know why. There was just somethin’ about it. But…maybe it was all in my head, since he didn’t seem to care. Even gave me a friendly wave when he passed by.” - Wary Tenant, The Mist
- ◆ “Aye, I’ve known Madoc for years. Fights like a demon, and enjoys it a little too much, if you ask me. He’s got an edge with that ring, too. Hard to believe he’s been able to keep himself in check for so long…” - Old Company Mate, Vesper Bay
- ◆ "Madoc? I do not trust him as far as I can throw him. The scars, the attitude, the smirk... However, Arshtat seems to enjoy his company for some reason and he's a trained mercenary. I suppose there is some use to him." - Oyuu Dataq
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"...BUT I WON'T DIE FOR YOU."