Svarthrafn Fyrlihtsyn

Svarthrafn Fyrlihtsyn
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Silent Grey Giant
Gender	Male
Race	Roegadyn
Clan	Sea Wolf
Citizenship	Gridanian

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Character

General

Is considered 'massive', even by Roegadyn standards. Curiously, Svarthrafn is not as boisterous as his Sea Wolf contemporaries, though it's probably because the man is a mute. Even more unusual is his choice in occupation - being a Dragoon. How does something so heavy manage to get off the ground?

Obligatory breakdown of Long Roeg Name:

Svart (black) Hrafn (raven) Fyr (fire) liht (light) Syn (son)

But just call him 'Svar'.

Appearance

Svar pushes the already impressive boundaries of Roegadyn height, being a massive 8'3 and built like the cliffs that Limsa Lominsa sits upon; his dark grey skin makes him resemble a chiseled block of slate than an actual flesh-and-blood man. He sports a head and beard of stark-white hair in contrast to his complexion, dyed with streaks of red.

His eyes are odd-coloured; left iris is a snow-white like his hair colour, right eye a feral amber. He is a shy about his heretochromia and wears a pair of ruby-red shades to hide it most of the time. White tattoos mark his cheeks, and he has curiously elected to apply a dash of red eyeshadow as well.

Is usually dressed in attire befitting of a Dragoon -spiky!-...or a well-pressed suit. Has also been sighted in scanty -scandalous- swimwear.

Personality

Quiet -given that he's mute- and an introvert, Svar only keeps company with a small inner circle of friends, though he will go to any social gathering his friend(s) invites him/or drags him to. Svar secretly has a soft, mushy center despite his rather intimidating exterior. Show him kindess and he'll be your friend forever.

On the battlefield however...his battle-buddies say he is a different man.

Combat

General

Formally trained as a Dragoon, which stems from his brief stint as a harpooner onboard his parents' whaling boat. He has recently picked up the ways of the Marauder, as well. Usually packs a spare axe along with his dragon-fishing spear.

Tendencies

Likes

• Dancing. Svar has pretty decent footwork for someone of his size and employs this skill when in combat.
• Food. That massive frame has to come from somewhere, back-breaking exercise aside. He appreciates gourmet cuisine, but has an iron stomach when the time calls for it.
• Various shades of the colour blue.
• Good music. Goes hand in hand with dancing. Fast paced pieces are his favourite.
• Being a dragoon. He likes to savour the look of surprise whenever he launches his 8'3 frame high up into the air for a devastating aerial dive.

Dislikes

• Sahagin/anyone affiliated with Leviathan, the Lord of the Whorl. He's had -history- with them.
• Anyone in high/leadership positions abusing their power. If it's not Garlean invaders, it's corrupt leaders.
• Morbols. Big, with tentacles, teeth and bad breath. He's glad he's not smallfolk.

Hobbies/Talents

• Dancing! Svar's feet can really -move-. Coupled with a dragoon's lance, it makes for an...interesting fighting style. Some say it resembles pole-dancing.
• Evasion. See above.
• Is training to be an armourer. It pays to be able to repair your own equipment.

Other

• He really, really, really hates anyone who's affiliated with Leviathan. It's one of his berserk buttons.
• Is really good at mimicking animal noises. His favourite beast to mimic is the Chocobo. Coeurl screams are a close second. Words on the other hand, are near to impossible to enunciate properly with a damaged tongue.
• Likes chin-rubs.

Relationships

Family

Svarthrafn lost his father at a tender age in a Serpent Reaver attack. Mama Svarthota was permanently crippled and had to rely on her son to replace her on the whaler's ship she was part of. He still keeps in touch with his ailing mother and regularly visits the latter in their little seaside shack on Limsa's cliffs.

Friends

Has a close friend in an Au Ra dark knight. She keeps enemy attention off of him, Svar can then flatten them in relative peace.

Also has Roegadyn drinking buddies.

Enemies

Again, the Sahagin and the Serpent Reavers. They took his father's life, his mother's use of her legs, and their son's ability to speak. They're also responsible for traumatizing him so badly that his hair steadily turned white months after the incident.

And of course, the Ascians, Primals, etc etc.

Rumors

Common Rumors

• "Svarthrafn was one of the...heavier initiates who have joined our ranks. He's been the subject of ridicule among some of the Wood Wailers, but he's never let that affect him." - Ywain, Lancer Guildmaster.
• "He's a drinker, as is a huge majority of the Roegadyn population. Unlike most Roegadyn, however, he doesn't break into drinking songs....he dances. And can he -dance-." - A bartender working in the Roost.
• "Svar? I know that boy, 'e was a runty little shrimp! Look at 'im now...what on earth did them Elezen feed him in that landbound city o' theirs? " - Old Lominsian fisherman
• "Isn't he that guy who likes dancing, like alot?" - A patron at the Drowning Wench.

Moderate Rumors

• "How does something so big move so fast?! He must take some kind of performance-enhancing herb..." - A fellow classmate at the lancer's guild.
• "Aye, I was there when Fyrliht's little whaling sloop limped its way to shore, sans captain. Svarthota could barely walk, along with 'er little boy...but the look in the wee lad's eyes....it's enough to chill me bones." - Old Lominsian fisherman, again.
• "He just takes his drink and meal out to the cliffs and sits there, hours on end, staring at the seas. Doesn't take a seasoned barkeep to know something's up with that man. Pity he don't have a tongue to vent his sorrows with." - Baderon, propieter of the Drowning Wench.

Rare Rumors

• "One time, we were practicing how to spearfish as part of survival training, and Svar just -obliterates- all the fish he's hurled his spear at. Straight up splits them in twain with one throw. Even big, fat Oubouron. What does he have against fish?" - A Wood Wailer of Gridania's Lancer's guild.
• "Svarthota's boy ended up escortin' us out to sea once. And good thing , too, we got jumped by them fishbacks and their Drowned dogs halfway back to shore! And Svar...he must've skewered 'alf a dozen of em fishmen with that lance o' his, in one throw; fightin' like a voidsent dressed as a man. Turned the sea red, and left 'em in pieces. The lad's come far, but 'e scared me that day." - An Old Lominsian fisherman, probably a family friend.
• "I think he's got a split personality you know? One moment he's dancing and jolly in the Fogotten Knight and the next moment...he's gone and broken a dragon's back in one blow, with nary a sound save that wet crunch that makes one sick to their stomach. That man's got issues." - An Ishgardian Dragoon.
• "Hey, isn't he the guy who's always working the Moonfire Faire dressed in nothing but swimwear? Works a mean poledance, wouldn't mind hiring him for private functions, if you get my drift~ " - Someone who declined to be named.

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History/Timeline

Born as a single child to Fyrliht and Svarthota, Svarthrafn helped his parents ply their whaling trade off the shore of La Noscea during his early life, quickly learning how to use a harpoon at the age of five. This simple and rather idyllic life was shattered by the Calamity, and took a worse turn when Sahagin -driven to frenzied zealotry by Leviathan- attacked during an ill-fated trip to acquire more food for their family. Fyrliht fought to his last breath, dying on the edge of a coral spear while Svarthota managed to drive them off after a protracted battle.

The cost of survival was insurmountably high, most of the crew perished and the remainder disbanded after their sinking sloop managed to crawl back to shore. Svarthota had lost her husband and the use of her legs, Svarthrafn had his tongue cut out and his vocal cords damaged by an attempted decapitation. He would also be scarred for life by the things he had witnessed, his father's death being one of the foremost.

Her son was not content to wallow in misery, though. Refusing to succumb to despair -and perhaps gain revenge for the sundering of his family-, Svar enlisted in the Gridanian Lancer's Guild at age fifteen and has been a member ever since, eventually becoming a dragoon...and one of the order's heaviest enlistees.

Recently, Svarthrafn has offered his services to the Ishgardian military and has been seen wandering around Abalathia, taking on all sorts of odd jobs to support himself...and his mother back in Limsa. Ishgardian locals still wonder how something so heavy can get so much airtime.

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