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| − | '''Endricane Feltaro''' is a powerfully built Highlander man, who specialized in most every form of combat, he however favored the more physical combat. He is an ex-Garlean who had risen high in the ranks but never quite overcoming the shadow of his father. He was also known amongst his fellow officers and those in his troop as "The Blacksand Beast". A natural leader, he had commanded respect from those around him and had earned it, but he had left the Empire after a string of events that took his rank and left him with nothing. Now he lives in Quarrymill in a house he built himself, often finding work as a mercenary, guard, or monster hunter throughout the regions.
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| − | ==== <span style="color:Lightblue;">Name ====
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| − | :''The Blacksand Beast'': A nickname given to him by the men in his fathers company when he was found bleeding and standing over the corpse of a young Basilisk.
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| − | :''Endri'': He had felt this name should had been used to those intimate with him, but he had found nearly everyone calling him this, he doesn't seem to mind when it's from the people he cares about.
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| − | ==== <span style="color:Lightblue;">Appearance ====
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| − | :'''Height:''' 6 fulms, 4 ilms - He wasn't always the tallest one around, but he was still a good height.
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| − | :'''Weight:''' 242 ponz – Nothing but muscle.
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| − | :'''Body:''' His body looked as if it had been sculpted by a master only to be disrespected and marred, hundreds of scars littered his body some not note worthy but other so bad that many find it uncomfortable, so he usually keeps them covered.
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| − | :'''Complexion:''' He is fair skinned but his facial features were relatively unmarred, he only had a scar through his right eyebrow.
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| − | :'''Face:''' He had very sharp features, sporting a strong jaw, dark circled eyes punctuated by cold steel iris's. He keeps himself well groomed and keeps a very tidy kept goatee.
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| − | :'''Hair:''' He had black hair that was braided nearly all the time, three long braids along the top of his scalp tied tightly behind his head, while two braids went down either side of his head pinned down near his neck, two braids hanging from his temples and two hanging from his bangs, all four decorated with jewelry at times. He had red streaks in his hair which led some of his squad mates to believe he dyed his hair in the blood of his enemies, however that was false, he just dyed it a crimson color with flower petals.
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| − | :'''Fashion:''' He usually wore tight fitting shirts and pants, but more often he was seen in a wide opened shirt that showed quite a bit of his chest. He wore a pair of glasses when he was not out in the field and wore a beautifully crafted mithril lion headed ring around his neck dangling on a silver chain.
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| − | ==== <span style="color:Lightblue;">Behavior ====
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| − | :'''Voice:''' Deep and sometimes holding some kind of accent.
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| − | :'''Demeanor:''' He can be rude or charming sometimes, he usually keeps to himself never really wanting company. However when he's drunk he's usually kind and open to people, but to drunk he can be just as rude. But it's all an act he puts on.
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| − | :'''Personality:''' He constantly fights with his inner demons and is in general a miserable person. He was once happy and content with his life, but now he struggles to find a reason to go on, even more so lately.
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| − | :'''Flaws:''' Being Garlean he believes himself better then the people around him, some times it leads him to be arrogant. He has a problem when entering battle, usually slipping into a blood lust that is not easily sated.
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| − | :'''Intelligence:''' He is beyond his physical strength, he is clever and cunning, often excelling in setting traps and ambushes for enemies. He was well taught, but once he draws blood on the battlefield he becomes little more then a blood hungry beast always going for the next kill.
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| − | ==== '''<span style="color:Lightblue;">Family''' ====
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| − | ::* '''Father: Auhdrin Feltaro - (Deceased) –''' His father was a highly respected man and a high ranking Imperial, not once had he ever heard of anyone speak poorly of his father. He was nearly by the mans side at all times, he would always take his young son along with him to battle, leaving him in camps mostly he taught his son everything imaginable. But his father was a closed book to him, they never opened up to each other and Endricane always felt he was stuck in the mans shadow, even more so when he died on the battle field and left his son alone. He never hated the man but he never felt kinship either.
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| − | ::* '''Mother: Vesaila Ro'fel – (Deceased) –''' His mother was a mystery to him having died at child birth, he never cared to know about her.
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| − | ==== '''<span style="color:Lightblue;">Closest to him''' ====
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| − | ::* '''[[Kassandra Dawn]] -''' At the moments of deepest despair this woman had been there, taking care of him and showing him kindness when he deserved none. Their relationship evolved quickly, he had thought her a silly naive and overly innocent girl, but when all was going wrong she was there, keeping him from walking back to Ala Mhiga and facing his death as a traitor. She did not know everything, but she knew most and when most would be horrified by his past she stood beside him. Their relationship had moved extremely quick, he had often felt like he was just putting the woman in the place of Deirdre, but he truly loved her. He built a home for the two of them in Quarrymill and he was living with her in peace.
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| − | ::* '''[[Alothia Starkwood]] -''' She had been his boss in Corvus Cinis, he however never truly saw her as such. She was a good friend and he often saw her as Kassandra's sister. He wanted nothing more then to see the woman happy, but he didn't feel she was going to achieve happiness with the man she stayed with and the company she chose to run, he however would never speak his mind on the subject.
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| − | ::* '''[[Xenedra Ambreaus]] -''' Outside his work Xenedra was the only person he had really bothered talking to, but it was more that she pushed him to talk. He at one point had grown very annoyed with the woman, nothing was sacred to her and she always pushed to make people feel awkward. Now however he adored her as much as he could, she was a close friend and really the only person he has opened up too.
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| − | ::* '''[[Aysun Demiir]] -''' He had met this Miqo'te in passing, talking to a few acquaintances. He didn't think much of her at first, however she had seemed to take quite the liking to his braids. Along the days they had spent some time in a bar, where he took the time to actually look her over, he had made a small connection between her and a dancer at the concern, but he wasn't sure. Not wanting to insult her he kept his thoughts to himself.
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| − | ::* '''[[Deirdre Taea]] -''' Deirdre was the only one who truly truly knew him, she was his first and only love and the reason everything fell apart in his life. He had given up everything for the woman and had suffered greatly for his choice of letting his love try to flee the empire after her bad choices. Now-a-days he does not think highly of her, having found her once again had caused him more and more heartache. She had become a shadow of his past, her absence and his current happiness have made getting over her easy.
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| − | ::* '''[[Mihana Zhralyia]] -''' He had met this Miqo'te at the Mineral Concern, like most people he had grown to know. He however bonded with the woman through a job she had offered him. She often called him Scar, as it having been his stage name when they worked together.
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| − | ::* '''[[Miyuki Tatsugawa]] -''' Another Lalafell, he had gotten along with her for the most part, she had made him feel extremely guilty about his life in the Empire, feeling like he was partially to blame for her losing her previous home. Lately she made Kassandra upset, which in turn had made him very callous to her.
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| − | ::* '''[[Riku Toiiku]] -''' A Lalafell boy he had once seen the boy as a son, however as time went on he grew further apart from the young-man. Recently after having upset Alothia the boy had grown angry with him, straining their relationship even further.
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| − | ::* '''[[Shurin Mizune]] -''' Deirdre's lover and father of one of her children, he had once hated this man, but after actually talking to the man he felt a connection. Drinking together they had cleared quite a bit up, however he wouldn't call the man friend, not yet atleast.
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| − | ==== <span style="color:Lightblue;">General ====
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| − | :*'''<span style="color:Lightblue;">Style''' He honestly had no one style, he was brought up as a soldier and mastered nearly every weapon imaginable, however he preferred heavier weapons. He had been a true monster with his fathers great sword gunblade. He preferred to stand toe to toe against an opponent often trading blow for blow.
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| − | :*'''<span style="color:Lightblue;">Strengths''' He wasn't only his brute strength, he was quick and clever. Even with all his muscles he was deceptively stronger then he seemed, often able to drive the hardiest of Roegadyns to their knees. His strength however had declined since spending years in a dungeon being tortured, however he was no less beastly. Often during a more challenging fights her would allow his rage, hate, sorrow and unpleasant emotions take control, making him a blood hungry beast playing out all his rage with greatly increased strength and endurance, able to shrug off even some mortal wounds until he succumbed to them or played the bloodlust out.
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| − | :*'''<span style="color:Lightblue;">Weaknesses''' He was no good with magic, he could command it and use it to great effect, but his skill was more physical. Due to his rage and the inner beast he struggled with he fought alone, usually putting him at a disadvantage without allies at his side. When succumbing to his rage and letting the beast take over he was more prone to make mistakes, if a person could survive this they could push it to their advantage, but none had survived it so far. Due to his arrogance of feeling he was better then everyone he often took them lightly feeling they couldn't stand toe to toe with him.
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| − | :* He used all weapons, but he was seen mostly with a heavy two handed weapon.
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| − | == <span style="color:Lightblue;">History ==
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| − | '''0 - Born in Garlemald.'''
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| − | He was born on an ordinary day, his parents both citizens of the Empire. His mother had been nobility and his father had been a soldier. The two of them had an outstanding love, his mother had given up everything to be with the man she loved, her father disowning her and never wanting to hear from her again. His father worked hard and fought harder to rise through the ranks, he became known throughout the empire and had earned himself a powerful rank and a comfortable home for his wife.
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| − | ''Not long after his rise to glory he and his wife were expecting their first child. During the pregnancy his father was sent out to conquer lands for the Empire, he had always kept close contact as he could with his wife while over seas but he never was able to go home and see her and his unborn grow. The man knew he would not be back to see his child born, which made him fight even harder to get back, doing as he was ordered and bringing glory to the Empire.
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| − | ''Back home Vesaila went into labor with out her husband at her side and was taken care by a midwife. Something had gone wrong during the birth and to the midwifes dismay the only thing the woman could do was beg and beg to have her husband at her side. Not but moments after giving birth to her son she died without even seeing him or uttering a name. It was a week before his father finally had made it home, learning about his wife's death was a crushing blow to the man. The man couldn't even find the strength to look at his son or even name him, he put everything he was into his career, leaving the boy with the midwife who had now become his nanny and has given him the name Endricane, after her sibling.
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| − | '''3 - His nanny dies.'''
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| − | He had grown up a healthy and happy boy, his nanny boasted about him never crying and being so happy. He was three when his she started growing ill, there was no curing her sickness and the young boy had to watch her struggle every day to just keep an eye on him. She had been his mother, she had taken care of him and when she died he was once again without a mother. His father had come back from a victory to find his son in the care of family friends. The man had not truly seen his son for his first few years of life and when he did see him the boy was no longer a baby and he was without tears in his eyes. The man saw his own failure in weakness in his sons eyes and from that moment on tried to be the best father he could be.
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| − | '''6 - His first fight and his first scar.'''
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| − | Endricanes father knew the boy had been strong, he was after all his son so from the moment the boy could handle a stick he was teaching the boy how to use it. Everyday the boy was groomed to be a warrior, he was pushed past his limits and honed. Even though he was forced through hard work every day he was still a happy boy, he hardly ever frowned and rarely shed a tear. His sixth birthday his father had given him a dagger, which to him was a sword just like his father wielded. He cut himself many many many times with the blade before learning to respect it.
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| − | ''He had traveled to foreign shores with his father and seen many places, however his favorite sites would had been the beach and the ocean. One day his father had left him behind with the medics of the camp while he and his men went off into battle, he had snuck out of the camp to goto the beach to collect trinkets and seashells. While on the beach he had come across a adolescent basilisk that had wandered to far out and had gotten lost, the creature had been starved and near death. Curious of the creature the boy had gone in inspect it, thinking it lethargic state ment it had been dying. Although young the basilisk was twice the size of him and when he approached the creature lashed out at him. Trying to run away the boy was tripping over himself begging for the creature to leave him alone, but as he was running he felt something latch onto his arm. He had thought the creature had grabbed ahold of him somehow so he tried to yank his arm back from it and when he did he felt the jaws of the basilisk crunch into his bone while the flesh ripped. Screaming the boy turned to the Basilisk and pulled his dagger out, driving the blade into the creatures eye over and over again.
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| − | ''When the medics had come running from the camp after hearing the boys scream they found him stand over what was left of the Basilisk, it's dark blood mingling with his in the sand below him. His arm had been nearly severed by the creature and he had been poisoned by its venom. The medics had worked for days trying to keep the boy stable and to save his arm. Through their hard work they had saved his life and his arm, even though the boy would be marked with the horrid scar for the rest of his life. The men under his fathers command had heard the details of the incident and had started calling the boy "The Blacksand Beast" for even though it was a starved nearly dead adolescent Basilisk it was still a dangerous creature. Afterwards his father had noticed quite a change in the boy, he wasn't happy-go-lucky as he used to be, he was quiet and never did anything but train with his dagger, while he was proud to see his son become a warrior at such a early age, he felt regret of not being a better father and giving him the childhood he deserved.
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| − | [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GpPpULW98zc&feature=relmfu Endricane Feltaro, The Ex-Imperial]
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