Flynt Reddard

Flynt Reddard
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The Host with The Most
Gender	Male
Race	Hyur
Clan	Midlander
Citizenship	Eorzean
Place of Birth	Thavnair, Meracydia
Guardian	N/A
Nameday	1/9 (Age: 27 )
Marital Status	Single
Occupation	Fashion Enthusiast, Belligerent

Flynt Reddard

Flynt's a product of money, boredom, and luxury. He's educated, but not using it. He's well-off, but he's not much of a businessman. He's learned how to fight through watching countless gladiatorial battles and probably would have a record if his folks didn't just buy his way out of prison time. Flynt's simply a bored young man trying to make a name for himself any way he can - Be it by fighting and beating people or by just being needlessly eccentric. Be it by fighting and beating people or by just being needlessly eccentric. I don't think Flynt knows himself and as a result, he just does whatever. What kind of weirdo wears a suit in the desert? No one, so Flynt does. What sort of person tinkers with magitech? Not many, so Flynt does openly.

He's a troubled fellow with a lot of potential, he simply just needs some direction in life. Right now he's living for the moment, but that's not satisfying, despite his multi-million gil fortune, money is just an asset to him. Flynt lacks personal growth, actual conflict. If only he had someone or something in his life worth his time, perhaps the crownless king would find a purpose outside his throne room prison.

((Thank you to Warren Castille for the overview that I couldn't wish to match in quality!))

Basic Info

Appearance

Height: 5'8

Weight: 195lbs

Complexion: Fair, refined

Hair: Brown

Eyes: White

Particular Traits: He has white eyes, seriously, who has that.

Voice: Voice Claim (Normal)

Clothing Style: Practical, lightweight, dainty but cleverly armored

Laterality: Right-dominant

Favorites

• Color: Scarlet
• Food: Marmot steak
• Drinks: Mint water
• Scent: Sulphuric scents, Goldbile, Petrichor
• Place: Central Thanalan, Costa Del Sol
• Festival: N/A

Goals

WORLD DOMINATION

Religion

Nonreligious due to his upbringing in [REDACTED]

Alignment

True Neutral

Personality

Flaws

• Gambling Addict
• Classist
• Perfectionist

Fears

• Ghosts, you cannot punch a ghost, and that's terrifying.
• Socks and sandals

Talents

• Can play the piano
• It's almost as if he can smell danger, which is more often than not; sweat.
• Exceptional clothing designer, for the fashionable warrior.

Intelligence

• Equates to a university-level education.

Abilities and Skills

Personal

• Martial Arts: Flynt is adept at close combat after spending most of his childhood marveling at the devastating melee combat gladiators and wrestlers would flaunt in the ring, utilizing a myriad of memorized styles to achieve victory.

Weapons

• Augmented Fists: Two motorized gauntlets that enhance the speed of Flynt's punches, at the expense of their sheer weight.
• Gilded Blades: Two forked blades gilded in gold and inlaid with some kind of Allagan glow-substance.

Magic

• Raiton: Conjure forth a bolt of lightning
• Doton: Corrupt the ground around you, detrimental effects, though used more so as a diversion.
• Huton: Overclock's the fists motors, speed is doubled, though the system become volatile.

Limit Breaks

• LVL 3: Pure White Glastonbury: Flynt winds up a punch so devastating, those struck by it would seek the warm embrace death, but never attain it.

• LVL 2: Strawberry on The Shortcake: Flynt throws his blades to the air, using the hang time to grapple his foe into a fearsome suplex, allowing for the blades to land upon the downed foe.

• LVL 1: Mach 13 Hyena Explosion: Motors go past recommended temperature to deliver a small-scale Final Heaven

Family and Relationships

Relatives

• An esteemed Goldsmith (Father, whereabouts unknown)
• A nameless woman (Mother, whereabouts unknown)

Positive

• Akama Kharn (Trusted friend)
• Edda Vincents
• Gwannes Oskwell

Neutral

• Wandering Tonberry Free Company

Negative

• The entire city-state of Gridania (For reasons undisclosed)

Affiliations

• The Wandering Tonberry Free Company

Music Themes

• Battle Theme: War Demon (Alter Code: F)
• Neutral Theme: N.M.H
• Vocal Theme: Let's Get It On (Third Strike Online)

Player Rumors

• "Rumor has it that he tried to kill a contestant in the Grindstone, by nearly decapitating the poor woman."
• "I hear he bottles his farts and sells the bottled farts to the alchemist's guild for easy money. Has he no shame?" - Edda Vincents
• "This man is like a rocket. A big one." - Lucaell Tareth'eian
• "That man must be made of megitek or something. He sure-as-hell hits like it." - S'khai Nunh
• "I've taken to calling him 'The Yahoo'. If you have ever met him, then you'll certainly know why." - Berrod Armstrong
• "Have I met Flynt Reddard? Look, I'm not saying I have or haven't, all I'm saying is a man matching his description asked me to 'pass gas' near a man with a fat cat and his friends." - Eorla Brynn
• "In Gridania we don't hunt hyenas. We hunt jackals." - Gwannes Oskwell
• "Live with somethin long enough yez forget what it was like without, or w'anything else." - Flameson Hammersmith

Note: This section is editable by anyone. Just keep in mind that the rumors here may be both true or false.

History

Name and Lifestyle

Nicknames

• The Hyena: A name given to Flynt by the displeased critics from the Tonberry's Lantern, comparing his fashion trends to be that of a scavenger's.

Current Residence

[CLASSIFIED]

Before Dalamud's Fall

Birth and childhood (0-10)

Raised to be the heir of his father's corporate empire, Flynt was a spoiled child, put through rigorous schooling despite numerous shortcomings.

Teen Years

Received a formal education in [REDACTED] until the age of 24, where he graduated and set off for new lands with some of his father's fortune.

After Dalamud's Fall

Adulthood

Flynt found his way to Eorzea after word of disaster, "Well damn, looks like that's the cheapest boat to set sail on now." seemed to be the only thought that crossed his mind before boarding. After some time, Flynt established himself a small yet successful business in Ul'Dah as a clothing outfitter where he gathers funds for his high standard of living. It was only when he realized how prevalent violence was in Eorzean culture that he took his profits and invested them into a pair of blades to enter himself in numerous competitions around the continent. Balancing an enterprise of luxuries and combat, the Flynt you know and love/hate was formed.

A Realm Reborn (Present, 23)

Flynt now sits upon his empire of swag, earning his place among the upper class and splurging his fortune on pointless investments to bolster his ego; be it through gambling it away in the Manderville Golden Saucer or hosting million dollar events for ambitious adventurers like you to partake in.