User:Aiswynd
Name: Aiswynd Pyrion Drakareus
Nicknames/Alias: Ais, Wyn
Age: Early 30s, looks mid 20s
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Date/Place of Birth: Western Steppes
Nationality/Species: Au Ra Xaela
Occupation: Rogue, Adventurer, Machinist to be
Rank: Honorary Adder
History
Childhood/Family Life: Aiswynd grew up as part of the Drakareus clan. Life was fairly peaceful as a child, though rough, he was raised communally with all of the other children. His mother though had a sense of humor and named her xaela child born of red hair and eyes, Aiswynd, spoken like Ice Wind. He lost both parents in an incident where a torrential downpour had caused flooding. While trying to reach higher ground he slipped into the water, both of his parents went in after him but only he was found down river days later.
Education: He was raised to be a warrior and tracker among his people, although the sages within the tribe made sure all could read the common languages because it ensured fair trades and contracts with outsiders that used them although his tribes had little need for written language. He also spent as much free time as he could working with and tinkering with any device he could get his hands upon, showing an early fascination for machines. After his departure from the Steppes, he learned how to be an amateur sailor on his trip by sea to Limsa Lominsa where his talents as a tracker caused him to fall in with the Rogues and eventually finding a home in Gridania's Twin Adder, learning more complex fighting styles. Ultimately his goal is to learn magitek and machinery, but has yet to gain access to a proper teacher.
Accomplishments: Survived a war between his clan and another, resulting in his clan being wiped out with technology that was supplied to the opposing tribe by Garleans.
Regrets: He regrets not being able to save more of his people from death, and not getting his hands on any of the weapons.
Secrets: Has a love of cooking, machines, flowers, has also been sometimes known to go out of his way to feed stray cats when no one is around. To the point that he has possibly caused a recent boom in the survival rate of abandoned Coeurl kittens in the Black Shroud
Personality
Positives/Virtues/Skills: A knack for learning complex devices quickly, as well as having excellent fine and gross motor control, ability to understand complex theoretical and esoteric concepts. Unending confidence in the ability of others to improve themselves.
Flaws/Weaknesses: Difficulty with social situations, extremely poor swimmer, can become rather nervous or unsure of himself around Miqo'te and Hyur women who appear unattached
Personality Type: Focused
Archetype: Rogue & Engineer
Likes & Dislikes: Favorite color is Teal, likes mild food with a faint sweetness to it and fish. So far his favorite place has been Gridania, finding the forests and rivers to be quite peaceful. He has had limited exposure to music and books, so has not gotten a taste for either, but does secretly want to grow a massive garden filled with vegetables and flowers, and a home filled with cats. He dislikes heavy meats, spicy food and ale. Not a fan of people who try to take advantage of other peoples situations or faults.
Dreams/Ambitions: Current dream is to learn how to handle and build machines, creating a sanctuary for stray and abandoned felines to live in safety
Fears: Fear of drowning, abandonment
Relationships
Parents: He no longer remembers his parents name, replaced by most of the members of the tribe
Siblings: Many siblings, most of which have passed on with the tribe, a few others have scattered to the winds after the clan was wiped out.
Children: None
Spouse: None
Current Partner: None
Ex-Partners: Several small brief relationships with members of the tribe, nothing lasting or deep
Friends: Yujika, his Free Company leader
Enemies: Garlean Empire, Cat haters
Supernatural/Fantasy
Weapon of Choice: Paired Knives, Fists, Kicks, Guns
Physical/Magical Strengths: Agile
Physical Description
Build: 6'8, short for an Au Ra, with a lean athletic build
Hair Colour: Red hair with orange highlights
Eye Colour: Red eyes with glowing orange Limbal rings
Distinguishing Marks: An X slash of black paint across the face that has dyed into the skin
-=Tribal Calamity=-
Aiswynd laughed at a joke his cousin made about the Raen tribe as he, and several other Xaela sat around a fire. They were out on the periphery of the camp, the others more central were families and elderly, the young warriors and hunters lived on the edge. This was so if an attack happened, they were already on hand, ready to go and those that could not fight as well were already circled into the center and protected.
The group fell silent as a bird call echoed out from the darkness, one of them sending another bird call back. A couple moments of silence passed before a pair of Xaela hunters rode up on chocobos which were haggard from a hard run. They dismount, the lead of the two motions towards the group as he swept past and towards the central camp. The other Xaela approaches the group after tending to the Chocobo, "Another tribe is approaching on the march of war. Get rest, they'll be here by morning." the Xaela says, motioning for some of the stew and thanking them for the food.
Aiswynd sighed and looked off towards where the riders came from. It wasn't long until his watch shift ended and he retired to the tents to sleep. Morning however was a rush of adrenaline as weapons were handed out and armor prepared. It was not long before the other army came into sight. Tension in the tribe was high as they noticed some strange armor among the Xaela tribe that arrived.
The lines were formed, the Drakareus tribe readied themselves for the assault. It was not long before a shout went up from the enemy, and moments later the tribes met in bloody conflict.
The first to come upon Aiswynd was one of those in strange armor, wielding a sword and shield that hummed strangely with a crackle of magical lightning. He slashed, and Aiswynd spun, the armor, the weapons availed the man naught as one of Aiswynd's daggers slipped between helmet and pauldron, slicing open the warrior's throat. Aiswynd advanced, the next foe a Xaela like himself and they clashed and slashed, wove and dodged. Blades met, but in a few moments Aiswynd was the victor.
It was not long before it appeared the Drakareus tribe was going to be the victor, despite the strange additional soldiers. Then one arrived from the rear, and wielded a weapon that was strange, a blade with a tube on the backside. A moment later more arrived, and before long loud cracks could be heard and his fellow tribesmen began to fall one after another.
Aiswynd watched in horror, he knew at once who they were, having had small skirmishes before. These were Garleans, why they would involve themselves in tribal conflict he didn't know. He didn't care. He saw his cousin gunned down a moment later before he was stabbed as he tried to recover. Aiswynd tightened the gripe on his knives and went into a bloody rage.
He slashed and cut and sliced, lashing out with fist and leg, knocking down and killing everyone he could as quickly as he could. He advanced upon the Garlean's with the gunblades before one more arrived upon a large walker. There was a stunned silence as a beam of magic tore through the battlefield, and the camp. More and more appeared, cutting swaths in the ground, and troops and camp, killing all caught in it.
A fellow Xaela grabbed Aiswynd and tugged at him. He spun to find one of his best friends before him, "Let go!" he shouted as he gestured to the Walkers, "I have to kill them!" his friend shook his head and pulled, "NO! We have to flee! We have to try and survive!" Aiswynd turned to pull away only to be spun around by his friend. His friend was moving to strike him to knock him out only to stop. A moment later he was flung away and crumpled to the ground, his spine severed.
Aiswynd spun in place to face his friends killer only to find a massive Garlean Soldier with an axe in hand. He lashed out with the butt of the axe, Aiswynd attempted to dodge but the strike was fast as lightning and caught him in the shoulder, causing him to twist with the impact. He rolled with the momentum of the strike, swinging in and catching the Garlean in the cheek, leaving a long slash. He was repaid a moment later as the Garlean twisted about the axe and slammed the back side into Aiswynd's stomach, forcing him to stumble back in pain.
Shoulder bruised, stomach feeling battered, Aiswynd slowed down but did not stop his assault in blind rage. He came in with a feint for the right side, snapping and twisting suddenly into a low kick meant to strike the Garlean's leg behind the knee and cause a fracture. Instead of being caught the Garlean stepped in and slammed the haft into Aiswynd's face, a loud crack could be heard and Aiswynd's vision filled with stars before going black.
"Nice try boney...Find me when you learn how to fight better, it could be fun."
Later...
Aiswynd woke up some time later amid piles of bodies, his daggers had long since been pilfered and his nose was bloody and felt broken. He was alive however, as were a handful of others who were picking across the battlefield. The camp was ruined, full of charred bodies. One of the other Xaela came over and helped Aiswynd up, told him that they had lost, and were all going to scatter, maybe find new tribes to take them in. Most of the survivors had already left.
He stumbled over to the camp, to where the elders all lay slain and fell to his knees, these were like his parents once his had died. He reached down and with the soot and char he drew an X across his face, his fellow Xaela all having done this as well. They were all tribeless now, and would wear that mark until they were accepted, they were part of a new tribe. He stood up and gave forth a sigh before he started off.
Among the bodies he found new knives, not as good as his old ones, but they would have to do. It was some years of travel and wandering before he found himself upon a coastal village. He never joined another tribe having left the steppes and living as a wanderer and a rogue. The people upon the ship fascinated him, however he feared to get aboard because of the water. The night before they left port, he had gotten drunk with some Roegaden, not waking up until they had long cast off.
