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| − | ==Character==
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| − | ===General===
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| − | Sylas Peregrine all but grew up in the Coliseum of Ul'dah. One day the boy simply showed up at the Gladiator's Guild with a knife in one hand and a plank strapped to the other. He adamantly demanded training and was sent away for being naught but a child. Every day he came back, though, and quickly gained a reputation as a stubborn little street rat. After several weeks of trying and being shoo'd away he was given admittance to the guild. The boy proved to be a quick learner and using the tactics taught by the Lalafell in the guild, he became adept at using his smaller frame and greater speed against much larger opponents to overcome them with flurries of what amounted to pecks and scratches. Thanks to the screeching noises the boy made while he was fighting combined with the speed and swooping tactics, Sylas received the nickname 'The Bladed Falcon.' He took this name a step farther, eschewing whatever familial name was given to him (if he had one to begin with) and calling himself Peregrine, a type of falcon he could've sworn he heard a bard speaking of at one point or another.
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| − | That's not to say he didn't receive his fair share of beatings.
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| − | The years passed and the boy grew into a man. His tactics barely changed as he grew, though with age came a much larger body and stronger muscles. The speed of his youth was lost with this larger frame, though Sylas did his best to adapt. As time went on, the life of a Gladiator for Ul'dahn sport grew to be something he no longer loved. Yearning for more, and quite frankly burnt out on fighting things for money, Sylas took his savings and struck out as an Adventurer.
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| − | For the past year, this man has focused on efforts that could be called relatively minute. He's not been involved with any of the world-shaking changes that have taken place; and truly he seems to enjoy a more behind-the-scenes role with whatever he might be involved with. Gone are the days where he would be the first to draw a blade. Of course, when enough buttons were pushed...
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| − | ===Appearance===
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| − | Sylas typically appears to be in a state of constant dishevelment. His perpetually messy hair is a shade of black with the occasional gray streak. He's not old enough for such a thing, but a lifetime of constant stress has it's effect on anyone. Adorning his jawline is a 5 o'clock shadow that never seems to fade. It's likely he could trim it off entirely, but it would probably return within a few hours. He's about average height as far as Highlander's are concerned, sitting at a solid 6'5". His frame, while having the stereotypical physique of a Highlander, is somewhat lacking when compared to his beefier brethren. This one favors speed and balance over brute force. He's about as tanned as one would expect from someone living in Ul'dah. His eyes are a shocking emerald, and while they're almost always heavy-lidded one might get the sense that this man is seeing more than he lets on.
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| − | In short, he always looks tired and disheveled. Like someone that was freshly woken up from a not-quite-good night's rest. That said, of late he's taken to wearing better-made clothing and where his hair had once been kept short enough to keep the 'fresh out of bed' look going for the duration of the day, he's allowed the hair to grow. It's kept groomed neatly enough, and he seems a bit more fond of it these days than in the past. He's cleaned himself up, appearance-wise, and doesn't seem to entirely dislike the comments it's earned him.
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| − | ===Behavior===
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| − | He's typically a quiet one. Doing what he needs to do without speaking up or providing much sass. Sylas allows his actions to speak for him. It's worked so far. Slow to anger but a stalwart and even stubborn defender when those he's put under his protection are threatened. He's not one to make threats--especially if he isn't prepared to follow up on them in the most immediate of terms.
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| − | ==Combat==
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| − | ===General===
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| − | Sylas favors to fight with a one-handed blade above all else. It's rare to see him without some form of bladed weapon on his person, and it's a fair bet to assume that he's always got something tucked away. He's become a fair fighter with his hands in recent moons; enjoying the speed and alacrity necessary to give knuckle-clad blows the extra bit required to knock someone around.
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| − | ==Tendencies==
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| − | ===Likes===
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| − | ::* Quiet.
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| − | ::* When people listen to him.
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| − | ===Dislikes===
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| − | ::* Boisterous people.
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| − | ::* His things being threatened.
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| − | ===Hobbies/Talents===
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| − | ::* Observing people. | |
| − | ::* Fighting.
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| − | ==Relationships==
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| − | ===Family===
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| − | Nothing is known about his family.
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| − | ===Friends===
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| − | While Sylas can frequently be seen at the relative center of some social gatherings within the Quicksand, he is loathe to disclose whom he actually keeps close.
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| − | ===Enemies===
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| − | Enough. Few stick around long enough to cause him any amount of concern. This number, however, may certainly be growing.
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| − | ==History/Timeline==
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| − | ==You might know him from...==
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| − | -His time spent as a Gladiator on the Bloodsands for the past decade.
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| − | -The more scholarly sort might recognize him as a borrower of easy-to-read books in recent years. Mostly children's tales and things with pictures.
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| − | ==Annotations==
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| − | This Template was created by [[Deirdre Ta'ea]]
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