Nazyl Tharazyl
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Character
Nazyl is a Lalafell of simple origins, and thus leads a simple lifestyle, never giving much thought to his existence. He wanders from place to place, making gil by mining or protecting others, believing that his destiny is to become a great hero. With his faithful chocobo Turyl by his side, he takes on the world in all its beauty, and its danger. Now serving as Sky Master of the Rising Claws, he continues his adventures with a ragtag group of rowdy sky pirates, bringing a sort of order to them, hoping to train under them in the hopes of learning new skills, and at the same time meet new people.
Appearance
Nazyl stands at about 3'4", slightly taller than most other Lalafells, tanned skin, and boasts a better body for physical work, his muscles (as much as a Lalafell can have) are defined, allowing him the energy for a long day of work. Earthen brown hair is grown long, going to his shoulders, and comes down into two bushy mutton chops on his cheeks, which he is immensely proud of. Freckles dot his face and slightly darkened nose, and a blood red symbol is painted across his face, going over his verdant eyes. It's the mark of a Behemoth in his village, a symbol of strength. What he wears goes with what he's doing for the day. When he mines, he dresses in heavy dark blue cloth, padded and plated to prevent harm, lantern and hammers at his side. He usually dons a metal helmet with a light for dark caves and the like. For battle, he wears ancient Ishgardian knight armor, resized to fit his small frame. He wields a sword of Adamantite, with a large base, and pairs it with a thin shield of what looks to be steel with dragon motifs, his company crest decorating the white. He occasionally slips into his Onion armor, for old time's sake.
Behaviour
Nazyl is very friendly and optimistic, not afraid to walk up and start chatting with another. He speaks in a thick country accent, which tends to throw people off, and has trouble pronouncing words over three syllables long. He's rather simple minded, and is easily tricked into schemes and traps, but has a strong sense of justice, and will do absolutely anything to protect those he cares about. He's not much for starting unnecessary conflicts, and has a weakness for women, going out of his way to seem like a gentleman.
Combat
Much has happened over the course of his life in Eorzea, and in his quest for heroism, he's trained among some of the best fighters the realm over. Armed with the knowledge of paladins and other shieldbearers, he willfully takes up arms against darkness and its minions, fighting with far more skill than he ever hoped to achieve. In time he has become accustomed to the spear and daggers, and is now practicing magic. His dreams of being an Onion Knight of legend will come true if his determination keeps him onward.
~Elaboration will come after more RP~
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Relationships
- ♥ Romantic Interest ♥ Sexual Desire ♥ Platonic Love ● Good Standing ● Neutral Standing ● Poor Standing
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- ■ "Who? Oh him. Yeah he doesn't show up too much these suns, peiste probably ate him, good riddance." - Brass Blade
- ■ "He doesn't show up in the cities for money anymore....not in that kind of gear. I reckon he struck it rich somewhere, I'd like to know where..." - Shroud Worker
- ■ "He's quick with a blade and shield, almost a natural. Saw that blue gumdrop disarm and kill four giants in a blizzard, all at once. Now that's something I would see Ishgardian elites do." - Fledgling Adventurer
- ■ "Bloody pointy eared little shite thinks he can waltz around and preach what justice is. He doesn't know how this world works." - Ishgardian Noble
- ■ "For some reason, he gets...twitchy when you mention the word Dreadwyrm. Why is that?" - Seasoned Adventurer
- ■ "A sword? He had a lance before. Now you say he had a rod? Knives? Next you're going to tell me he can string a bow and shoot spears out of it....why does your face look like that?" - Meddling Merchant
- ■ "A true friend with a huge heart. I owe him so much after such a small time. He truly is one of those heroes from a Bard's tale." - Alex Castell
- ■ "A man I would consider a very close brother... he may be small, but his heart is bigger than than the whole world. Aye, this brother will be sung in tales and stories. A true hero. An Onion Knight." - Akama Kharn
- ■ "The most famous man I could ever know and the inspiration for my leaving home... I aspired one day to be a hero just like him, and a hero for my family I shall be." - Orenji Kharn
History/Timeline
Nazyl comes from the islands far south of Eorzea, where many Lalafells originated. Working as a farmhand for fifteen years, he led a simple life with dreams of one day being a mighty hero, leading a group of young Lalafellin boys into caves and forests with little more than twigs to fight imaginary monsters. He was a prankster that liked to show the boys a good time tipping Aldgoats, putting spices in people's breakfast, and other harmless jokes that tended to get him in trouble. While he grew up, he was taught humility and manners by his parents, who were strict, but wanted him to have a childhood. In his teens, he, along with the others in his little village, noticed a certain moon getting bigger...or was it getting closer?
As the moon Dalamud edged ever closer, Nazyl began to have strange dreams. One in particular, repeated several times and became clearer and clearer over the course of his teen years, involving a great light, and a great darkness, and the silhouette of a spiked warrior siding with the light, about to clash with the darkness. The dream always ended right before the clash, and the boy would wake up in a cold sweat. It was clearest on that fateful day, when the Battle of Carteneau took place. After Nazyl had awoken from his dream, he took to the orchards to pick fruits for his family, and hefted the sack toward his home after he was done. The moon was closer than it had ever been in years....and then the unthinkable happened. It exploded. Nazyl watched in both awe and horror as the red moon was dismantled, and from its remains a great dragon, one told in legend, threw itself into the sky and lit up the night air. Fire destroyed everything around it, and it was as if the world itself shuddered in response. Trees died, plants wilted, and the villagers ran screaming for their lives. A piece of the destruction, Mega-flare, made its way to the tiny village, planting a fiery crystal smack dab in the middle of it. It was a night Nazyl would never forget.
Five years had past since the calamity, and the young Lalafell was ready to depart. In the garb the village guards wore, he took up a rusted sword his father had kept for personal safety. After saying his tearful goodbyes to his parents, he told the village he would return bearing fortune and fame, promising he would be a great hero. He set north in a trade ship to Eorzea, where he would be bound for Ul'dah. It wasn't until he arrived that he found out keeping his promise was harder than he ever thought possible.
When he arrived in the desert, the heat was enough to make him pass out on the caravan, where he dreamt clearly of his vision before. The shadowed knight, throwing himself against a black void, with light behind him burning bright. He questioned its meaning yet again as he awoke in a sweat, now at the gates of the great city. He brushed it off and began showing himself off to the people, taking up jobs to rid the gates of pests such as marmots and the like. He charged outside with no knowledge on how to fight, and was trounced by the critters before he could raise his weapon. The refugees staying outside the city took him in and nursed him back to health, since the Brass Blades would leave him for dead. When he was able to walk again, he decided to take up a pick and help the poor gain income for housing to repay them for taking care of him. He became a skilled miner and had taken to selling his work for profit to help him along. As a side job, he puts himself out as an escort to protect supply caravans or take out pests, and is slowly becoming better at swordsmanship. A wanderer wearing his heart on his sleeve, he travels the realm in hopes of quelling what darkness may hide beneath it.
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Ishgard threw open their gates, and a more mature Nazyl was among the first wave of adventurers to storm the city in earnest. Leaving behind those he knew, he embarked on a journey of self reflection and meditation, alone in the untamed wilderness that was Coerthas, Dravania, and Abalathia's Spine. It's been moons, but the Lalafell returns once again to society, eager to share his stories with old and new friends alike. Draped in ancient Ishgardian armor, he seeks an end to the Dragonsong War by any means necessary, whether the enemy is dragons, or Ishgardians...or both, he will stop at nothing to achieve lasting peace on all of Eorzea, and Hydaelyn beyond.
Footnotes
Alignment: Neutral Good