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''' Illiterate: ''' In his boyhood, Mr. Himself would often shirk the lessons laid out by his adoptive mother in favor of roughhousing with the assorted street urchins of Limsa Lominsa. Much to her chagrin, Honus has since grown into a man both unable and unwilling to read. Despite this, he seems to hold the academic sort in rather high regard. | ''' Illiterate: ''' In his boyhood, Mr. Himself would often shirk the lessons laid out by his adoptive mother in favor of roughhousing with the assorted street urchins of Limsa Lominsa. Much to her chagrin, Honus has since grown into a man both unable and unwilling to read. Despite this, he seems to hold the academic sort in rather high regard. | ||
| − | '''Grudge-bearer: ''' A sickly child, rail-thin and very much the runt of the crowd even for his exceptional height (among Midlanders, at least), Honus was something of a punching bag in his formative years. Jeers just alike as stones were tossed his way, and he soon earned the nickname of "Howlin' Honus" for his desperate cries. As a result, he's grown into a somewhat twisted individual, his negligible feelings of self-worth matched only by his disdain for anyone and everyone he feels stands so much as an ilm above him. | + | '''Grudge-bearer: ''' A sickly child, rail-thin and very much the runt of the crowd even for his exceptional height (among Midlanders, at least), Honus was something of a punching bag in his formative years. Jeers just alike as stones were tossed his way, and he soon earned the nickname of "Howlin' Honus" for his desperate cries. As a result, he's grown into a somewhat twisted individual, his negligible feelings of self-worth matched only by his disdain for anyone and everyone he feels stands so much as an ilm above him. With a grim perseverance will he bear any burden, cultivating his darker passions until the perfect opportunity might arise for him to drag another down to his level. And oh, what a drop shall that poor soul find, with only Honus and his wicked grin for company. |
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| + | '''Cheshire grin: ''' Honus's scar seems to have a mind its own. Though skilled at keeping his true intentions well under wraps, moments of duress or particular passion will always stretch and burn that scar of his, giving way to a grotesque, lop-sided smile; one which serves to hint at the wicked nature fermenting beneath his jovial antics. | ||
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| BASIC INFORMATION | |
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| Nickname(s)/Alias | "Dirty Opo", "Lamb" |
| Born | Sixth Astral Era, 1555 |
| Birthplace | Vylbrand |
| Race | Hyur |
| Clan | Midlander |
| Alignment | Chaotic Neutral |
| Citizenship | Limsa Lominsa |
| Guardian | Llymlaen, the Navigator |
| APPEARANCE | |
| Height | 5 fulm, 11 ilms |
| Weight | 230 ponze |
| Noteable Features | Scar across right cheek |
| SKILLS | |
| Occupation | Swashbuckler
Bouncer (part-time) Manservant (on call) |
| Non-combat | Sewing |
| EQUIPMENT | |
| Primary Weapon | Longsword |
| Secondary Weapon | Basket-hilted sword
Various |
| Transportation | Iyrnrael (Chocobo) |
| ABOUT THE PLAYER | |
| Username | H.H. |
| Time Zone | UTC-8 (U.S. Pacific) |
| Server | Balmung |
| Free Companies | Wayfarers of Eorzea |
| FOOTNOTES | |
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**Infobox template adapted from: Infobox-TMI by [MoenMoen] | |
A rapscallion hailing from Vylbrand, parts unknown, Honus Himself is a self-declared swashbuckler extraordinaire and self-admitted less-than-extraordinary gentleman.
Demeanor: Some text about demeanor.
Nature: Some text about demeanor.
Religion: Having been - for as long as he can remember, at least - brought up under the watchful eye of Syngiwyda and her crew, Honus has grown into a devout follower of Llymlaen, the Navigator. A superstitious man, he's also come to hold a healthy amount of respect for Leviathan, Lord of the Whorl.
Habits: Some habit stuff
Common Appearance: How the character usually appears
Scars & Markings:
Voice: Honus is possessed of a rather
Clothing: Notes about usual attire
- Sweet foods
- Competition
- The sound of creaking wood
- Doman tobacco
- People with natural-born talents or privileges
- Alcohol
- Honey muffin
- Chamomile tea
- The Saviour('s stories)
Strong points
Addiction: Much to the dismay of anyone with any regard for the law whatsoever, Mr. Himself is under suspicion of indulging in a highly-illegal substance: Somnus. These suspicions are entirely well-founded. To avoid suspicion, he's taken to mixing the drug with tobacco, resulting in a blend with a subdued effect, yet which may prove no safer. It produces a light aroma with a hint of sweetness.
Illiterate: In his boyhood, Mr. Himself would often shirk the lessons laid out by his adoptive mother in favor of roughhousing with the assorted street urchins of Limsa Lominsa. Much to her chagrin, Honus has since grown into a man both unable and unwilling to read. Despite this, he seems to hold the academic sort in rather high regard.
Grudge-bearer: A sickly child, rail-thin and very much the runt of the crowd even for his exceptional height (among Midlanders, at least), Honus was something of a punching bag in his formative years. Jeers just alike as stones were tossed his way, and he soon earned the nickname of "Howlin' Honus" for his desperate cries. As a result, he's grown into a somewhat twisted individual, his negligible feelings of self-worth matched only by his disdain for anyone and everyone he feels stands so much as an ilm above him. With a grim perseverance will he bear any burden, cultivating his darker passions until the perfect opportunity might arise for him to drag another down to his level. And oh, what a drop shall that poor soul find, with only Honus and his wicked grin for company.
Cheshire grin: Honus's scar seems to have a mind its own. Though skilled at keeping his true intentions well under wraps, moments of duress or particular passion will always stretch and burn that scar of his, giving way to a grotesque, lop-sided smile; one which serves to hint at the wicked nature fermenting beneath his jovial antics.
Syngiwyda Hastwaenwyn ( ♥ ● ) - Mother (adopted)
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Common Rumors
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- <a href="www.tumblr.com">Tumblr</a>
- <a href="www.google.com>Another Page</a>
- <a href="www.disney.com>Another Page</a>
