Anton Borneheld

Anton Borneheld
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Gender	Male
Race	Hyur
Clan	Midlander
Citizenship	Unaffiliated
Age	23
Marital Status	Single
Occupation	Axe-murderer
Height/Weight	5'8, 180lbs/pnz
Orientation	Straight
Guardian	Error creating thumbnail: File missing Oschon, the Wanderer

And lo, we have the wild Anton, back from his self-searching, soul-finding adventure into the wilds of Eorzea. He's learned his way around an axe quite well, and they seem to be his favorite tool of mass destruction, instruction, or corruption. He ran to escape a life of debt, to come back for a world of fabulous new friends, potential lovers, and enemies alike! ...Now he just needs a place to live.

Basic Info

Likes ■ Socializing ■ Women ■ Axes ■ Lightly armored clothing ■ Good food ■ Jokes, pranks, etc.

Dislikes ■ Pointless abuse ■ Burnt food ■ Axes ■ Excessively slutty women

Other ■ Alignment: Neutral Good ■ Vice(s): Drinking, staring after attractive women ■ Favorite Food: Meat. Meat works. Meat is good. ■ Favorite Drink: Iced water is always good. So is anything that'll get ya drunk. ■ Favorite Color: Purple ■ Favorite Weapon: Axe. Axes are good. ■ Favorite Climate: Wilds, please.

Appearance & Personality

Commonly seen wearing the lightly armored clothing that he so adores. So chosen because of his particular fighting style, he only ever gets into heavier armor when he absolutely has to. The wilds taught him one thing: To survive, you have to keep moving. With this in mind, he wears armored gauntlets and boots, with odd-looking armor plating partially covering his leggings and torso. He generally, also, doesn't wear a helmet.

Loyal to a fault, Anton tends to stick near where his friends are at. When he can't find them, not only does he get a little anxious, he tends to retreat into his mind, spacing out until absolutely necessary. This made it a bit hard for him when he first made his appearance back with 'humanity'--He wasn't used to the world anymore, only to the way of the wilds. Truly, he did meet the occasional traveler out there, but it wasn't enough to keep him from being just a little strange upon his return.

Biography

Childhood

Unknown at present.

Teenage

Unknown at present. Assumed lifestyle of street rat and gambler, probable thief?

Wilds

For lack of a better term, Anton was an incredibly unlucky person. His ability at gambling was terrible, and he accrued so much debt that it had come to a head--His life, or his money. Being that he had no money, and he didn't particularly want his life to be over... He left. For fear of getting his friends hurt, he said nothing--They couldn't be used as bargaining chips if they didn't know. Just like that, he was gone. His first destination was to Limsa Lominsa, posing as a gladiator mercenary. He had minimal skill with a sword and shield, but figured he could get away with it readily enough, especially if he wore a helmet all the time to hide his identity. No such luck, and within a month he was out of there after a single bit of information from one of the bar patrons, where he'd been frequenting.

To Costa Del Sol, he ran! They'd been looking for mercs there, right? He could get a job there, easy as that. But no. Not hiring. With that, he fled further inland, right into the wilds. For a while, he stumbled on his own--Barely able to make due. He refused to speak with any traveler, for fear of being found, but eventually it had come to the point that he was on death's doorstep. A roegadyn by the name of 'Mentor' found him, and helped him back to health, teaching him how to survive properly--At this point, he was far enough into the wilds, that it was amazing there was someone else around.

Mentor was a man who liked to learn. In return for any knowledge he'd gleaned from a traveler, he gave something back--Usually another form of knowledge. Anton had very little to teach Mentor, but even his meager sword-and-board skills were something the big man could learn from. As thanks, the roe took his time teaching Anton how to live in the wilds--What was edible, what wasn't. Where he could find help without going back to civilization, and how to handle the basic predators--A point that he was surprised about, though, was that Anton had yet to run into any of the wildlife, though probably due to him being like unto death at the time.

They parted ways, and Anton made his way to one of these sources of non-civilization help. The man he met was all too happy for a visitor, and though he never gave a name, taught Anton what is now his most valuable skill: How to use an axe.

Present

A member of the.. Radical Dreamers. Yes. Bunch o' crazy folks. On his return to civilization, he did nothing but wait around at the Quicksand in Ul'dah. Surprisingly, on one such day, he managed to find a friend of his, one Tikka Swift. In between sprints off into who-knows-where, he managed to get out of her the idea that she was part of a company, and that he should join. So, that's... That's what he does now. Be it jumping off balconies to deliver food, axing questions to who knows how many people, or being pelted with tear gas for no reason other than looking like a bandit, he was a part of this crazy band of misfits.

Miscellaneous

Rumors Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard) ■ "He keeps saying he's an axe murderer, but I see no axe..." ■ "He just won't stop staring at me..." ■ "Is he.. Even there? He's not paying attention." ◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear) ■ "Where did that axe come from? He wasn't holding it a moment ago.." ■ "He looks, but doesn't touch. So odd.." ■ "Hey! He stole bread from me a while ba--Wait, is it him? He looks so well kept.." ◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard) ■ Those with a criminal history may know of his prior debt. ■ Those who have met Mentor, or know of the tribals he visited, may see something similar in Anton. ■ ??? ◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players) ■ "He has a mustache, and everyone knows that mustaches mean you're evil. I keep waiting for his sinister plot to unfold, so that I can be there with a smug 'I told you so.' Well, unless his sinister plot involves blowing up Eorzea. ...Gosh, do you think his sinister plot involves blowing up all of Eorzea?" -Tikka Swift ■ "At first I thought he was a 'little' on the crazy side. But after getting to know him I saw what such a kind and mature man he was. I'm really happy ta' have met him... And, ya' know, just puttin' it out there, but he's really handsome too!" - Misha Jinhri ■ ■

Relations ♥ Romantic Interest ♥ Sexual Interest ♥ Platonic Love ● Good Standing ● Neutral Standing ● Poor Standing ♥ Misha Jinhri : Misha, Misha, Misha. They met as a result of Tikka jumping off a balcony and Anton following her, but they hit it off easily. And, with Leif dodging out of getting a drink with the three of them, they realized that they clicked fairly well... So, they went on a date. And then another one. And decided that, regardless of how fast they were or weren't going, they'd try their hand at being a couple. ♥ Tikka Swift : Tikka. His first 'friend' that he'd found upon leaving the wilds. He knew her from beforehand, and felt incredibly bad for leaving her to her own devices like he did. She'd gone through so much while he was gone, he was determined to try and make it up to her. He'd thought to try and start a relationship with her, but after learning all that he has... He's just not sure if he can. Especially since she seems so young. Probably for the best. ● Leif Steele : Good man. Was found one day by Anton just staring at him, with his buddy, Sebastian. Really creeped him out. Since then, Leif's done a great job of making sure Anton's not done anything stupid. In another life, you know, if Anton liked men that way--There'd probably be something there. ● Tallera Weaver : Crazy voodoo sorceress. Anton ran across her one day, and since then, every time they meet up, somethin' crazy happens--Or they count the whores inside the Quicksand. One or the other. She seems fair convinced that she's a zombie, but he's not convinced--He does know, however, that she /really/ likes watching the stars. ● N'naavi Rorsch : A lady he'd met in the Quicksand, and talked to briefly. Multiple times, briefly--Short conversations, and done. An amicable time to be had for all? ● Gen Quickpaw : Gen. The boss. The lecherous, perverted, womanizing boss. The person who'd helped corrupt the friend he'd left behind, impregnating the poor teenager and letting her get kidnapped... No, Anton wasn't that fond of Gen. At least, he hadn't been. After a long talk with Leif and Misha, he'd realized: The past is the past, and Tikka certainly liked Gen, so he should too. So.. He does.

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