Justus Seizer

Justus Seizer
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Gender	Male
Race	Sea Wolf
Clan	Unknown
Citizenship	Unaffiliated

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Character

General

Venturing forth from the northern seas, Justus has arrived in Limsa Lominsa ready to make life anew. A bit reserved in demeanor, he will open up to others once trust has been established, or once the bottle has been tipped in large quantities. Living a hard life riding the open ocean with family, his past is clouded at best. He enjoys life in the moment, taking it as it comes. As for the Twelve, Justus displays little regard for them, and will curse them on a regular basis. Justus loves everything about the sea, the salt air, the spray of water against his skin, and the calling of the birds among the open waves. By the sweat of his brow, he has developed a taste for finding things that are rare in nature. Taking up the pickaxe as his main way of living, he is also establishing himself as a trader of rare ores.

Appearance

Standing at 7 fulms 6 ilms, Justus has a rugged worn look about him. Battle scars cross his face and has a noticeably pale right eye contrasting a viridian left eye. Skin color, is grey in hue. He also hates to shave, sporting a gray tinged beard.

Personality

Though a bit reserved, he is warm and faithful to friends. Always willing to help, it only takes a moments notice and he will be there with a helping hand. Having a sarcastic sense of humor, it is sometimes lost on others. It can create awkward moments when first meeting him. At times he can be obnoxious and will delve into the grey areas of the law.

Combat

Justus was taught at an early age how to wrench joints from sockets and snap bones with his bare hands. During childhood he had many opportunities to practice these techniques amongst his siblings and childhood friends. Some of the skills he has developed has come through his own defeats, by learning from his weaknesses. After becoming proficient in unarmed combat, he was given an axe by his uncle. His uncle drilled him mercilessly on its use, often times making him repeat the tasks in cold stinging rain. His uncle would often chastise him for his tense grip on the blade's haft, remarking "If you grip the haft like an angry tree cutter, the blade will never show you her true beauty." Heeding his uncle's advice, Justus learned to relax while swinging the axe. In time it flowed into a looser grip with the weapon. He could easily throw the weapon and hit his mark each time. The practice became a hypnotic dance at times, where his mind would drift onto the open sea, and he would lose sight of what he was actually bringing the blade to bear upon.

Tendencies

Likes

• Fishing
• Drinking
• Scent of salty ocean air
• Wrestling
• Roegadyn

Dislikes

• Elitism
• Excessive work
• Temperance
• Mulled tea
• False pretenses

Hobbies/Talents

• Fishing
• Making profits
• Sarcasm
• Digging things up
• Cooking

Relationships

Family

It's a jaded history. One would have to develop deep trust to get the whole picture.

Friends

Yes.

Enemies

Family?

History/Timeline

Going to require atonement.

Annotations

Updating in progress. However if a song could describe him it would be this. Release

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