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| − | :: His first memories of the Desert City-State were not fond ones. Memories that consisted almost entirely of plucking the necessities of life from decadent merchants; of nimble little fingers dancing through the pockets of those too lost in their vices to notice. Of a well-placed cry and stumble being the most easily trod path for his nightly stew. Thinking beyond the simple joy of a full stomach was unheard of for the child. Each day it’s own struggle--each moment a battle in it’s own right. He hadn’t known better. While some of the children boasted of being trueborn, certain that their stations in life would be secure the moment their parents arrived from whatever far-flung citystate that hailed from. He’d never made similar claims--knowing all too well that the one that had brought him to Ul’dah was never to wake again. There was nothing before that in his mind, nothing before that night where the kindly old man that had brought him so far south had been dragged into a corner and beaten for reasons a child could never comprehend. He knew little of where he came from, and even less of those who desired to be separated from the child. A span of years passed | + | :: His first memories of the Desert City-State were not fond ones. Memories that consisted almost entirely of plucking the necessities of life from decadent merchants; of nimble little fingers dancing through the pockets of those too lost in their vices to notice. Of a well-placed cry and stumble being the most easily trod path for his nightly stew. Thinking beyond the simple joy of a full stomach was unheard of for the child. Each day it’s own struggle--each moment a battle in it’s own right. He hadn’t known better. While some of the children boasted of being trueborn, certain that their stations in life would be secure the moment their parents arrived from whatever far-flung citystate that hailed from. He’d never made similar claims--knowing all too well that the one that had brought him to Ul’dah was never to wake again. There was nothing before that in his mind, nothing before that night where the kindly old man that had brought him so far south had been dragged into a corner and beaten for reasons a child could never comprehend. He knew little of where he came from, and even less of those who desired to be separated from the child. A span of years passed and the boy survived as he could; always ducking the gangs that seemed all too eager to rope a quiet boy into their ranks. He’d seen what a bit of buggery and bullying did to those that fell in line too easily--or those that did not. And so he stayed on the rooftops, never socializing with the fellow urchins. Coming down from his perch only to scavenge, and only at night. He thrived for half a decade in this state. Through thrift and thievery, relying only on his own wits and the carefree nature of the drunks that stumbled beneath his rooftop every night. |
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Revision as of 00:29, 27 December 2014
Error creating thumbnail: File missing Sylas Peregrine
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| Gender | Male |
| Race | Hyur |
| Clan | Highlander |
| Citizenship | Ul'dah |
| Age | 28 |
| Marital Status | Taken |
| Occupation | 'Hunter'/Ex-Pit Fighter |
| Height/Weight | 6'7" / 280 ponze |
| Orientation | Heteroflexible |
| Relatives | None. |
WIP Like Whoa
Contents
Basic Info
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Appearance & Personality
- Sylas is your average Highlander for the most part. There's little remarkable about his height or weight, though more recently his features are looking less harshly defined and a bit fuller. Shirtless, he'd have the appearance of someone that was once a pit-fighter, sculpted to fit a specific aesthetic for the onlookers that paid good money to watch bloodsport. Those days are not-too-long past, so there are still remnants of a musculature created for reasons that were less than pragmatic. Scars litter the Highlander's crag-sculpted frame, the most obvious are likely the two that sit predominantly on his face. Even if the scar that crossed his full lips looked more recent than the others. It's sibling, a small nick under his eye looks to be an age-old thing. The thick strength of his hands is where the next set of noticeable scars sits, primarily across knuckles and within palms. With a grayness to his hair that makes Sylas appear older than he actually is, he's recently taken to keeping the once-proud mane of hair relatively short. Like most, he's been known to change the style up on occasion. A perpetual stubble covers the man's face. A beard is impractical while a clean-shaven look makes him look like some sort of factual beast. He is oftentimes said to look perpetually tired of someone's shit. It's not a wrong assessment.
- Personality-wise, Sylas is a more amiable sort. Normally a man of few words, he allows the image of a lumbering brute to be the way most people perceive him. In reality, he's a thoughtful man that simply takes his time in making his opinions on things known. Not being the most eloquent or poetic man, Sylas prefers to let his actions speak for him. This typically means he ends up fighting someone to prove a point, whether it to settle a dispute or to show affection. He's strange. The man likes to consider himself a free-spirit, though he does tend to get caught up in the beliefs of others on occasion. Recently he's become a bit more self-aware of his tendency towards apathy and is attempting to settle himself back into a mindset he once found pride within.
Biography
- The background of Sylas Peregrine is a nebulous thing that even he is only loosely aware of. Not due to amnesia or anything of the sort; no, the man simply didn't hold onto many of his memories while growing up. While they certainly shaped his personality and his outlook on life, there are very few specific events that he would call to mind when reminiscing.
Childhood
- His first memories of the Desert City-State were not fond ones. Memories that consisted almost entirely of plucking the necessities of life from decadent merchants; of nimble little fingers dancing through the pockets of those too lost in their vices to notice. Of a well-placed cry and stumble being the most easily trod path for his nightly stew. Thinking beyond the simple joy of a full stomach was unheard of for the child. Each day it’s own struggle--each moment a battle in it’s own right. He hadn’t known better. While some of the children boasted of being trueborn, certain that their stations in life would be secure the moment their parents arrived from whatever far-flung citystate that hailed from. He’d never made similar claims--knowing all too well that the one that had brought him to Ul’dah was never to wake again. There was nothing before that in his mind, nothing before that night where the kindly old man that had brought him so far south had been dragged into a corner and beaten for reasons a child could never comprehend. He knew little of where he came from, and even less of those who desired to be separated from the child. A span of years passed and the boy survived as he could; always ducking the gangs that seemed all too eager to rope a quiet boy into their ranks. He’d seen what a bit of buggery and bullying did to those that fell in line too easily--or those that did not. And so he stayed on the rooftops, never socializing with the fellow urchins. Coming down from his perch only to scavenge, and only at night. He thrived for half a decade in this state. Through thrift and thievery, relying only on his own wits and the carefree nature of the drunks that stumbled beneath his rooftop every night.
Teenage
Current
(... Constantly in flux! Will update as necessary..)
Miscellaneous
Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)
◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)
◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)
◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)
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♥ Lafiaht Dwinani - This is a couple that few could have seen coming. What began as a harmless meeting upon the Burning Wall in Thanalan turned into an all-out brawl the next time the pair met. From that point on Sylas's admiration for the free-spirited and quirky Miqo'te grew. Funny how breaking someone's nose can lead to a relationship. Lafiaht was a companion to Sylas when he was at his most lost. The fact that the pair had a fist-fight because telling each other they liked one-another only cemented the fact that at the end of the day, they're a pretty good match.
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Footnotes
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