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Error creating thumbnail: File missing Greetings from Eorzea. My name is Angelus, It's pleasure to meet you. One can only assume that, since you've come upon this little page, you wish to know more about me.
I hail from Doma, but make my stay in Limsa. I earn my keep dispatching the supernatural and returning the restless to their resting places. I do so love my job, it's one of the few things I do better than most. I'm a man of many talents and enjoy helping where I believe I truly can.
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Angelus Mortis was born in the primordial energy of the Aetherstream. His was a birth shared by many, but nurtured by powers beyond mortal control. Named for his duty, long before he had any realization of it. Raised in Doma and born of common birth, Angelus spent much of his younger years in the humble home of Rice farmers, though as he grew into his teenage years, he began to exhibit an affinity for many things, and unlike his peers, he grew quite differently. Angel received a grand set in genetics, Stony pale skin, Ivory scale, and a feminine physique led to a pre-teen age of bullying and ridicule, cast out by those of his age and despised by the elders for being different. Over time the stresses of the people lead to the death of his Mother, and his father’s grief lead to his eventual abandonment. Angel spent his days in the graveyard, developing a talent that would lead him even farther down the rabbit hole. He spent his teenage years under the careful watch of an Academy, raised in the wake of a magical spur within Doma, taught, trained, educated, Angel went from a simple farm boy to a prime disciple of Magic. Years later, after his eventful and tormented time at the Academy, Angel moved on from his homeland and to Eorzea, taking up residence in Limsa after a particularly repressed time in Ul’dah, and now lives on his life, revealing little of his story, but furthering his life as best he can with those who welcome him.
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Weapons of Choice
Below is useful tidbits should you ever be interested in trying to attack/spar with Kiri. Please note that I am very open to gore and violence and am not beyond having my character sport an injury for days to weeks on end. However! Dismemberment, permanent damage, and even death needs to be spoken about prior in vivid detail/discussion before anything will ever occur IC.
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