Anton Borneheld
Anton Borneheld | |
Gender | Male |
Race | Hyur |
Clan | Midlander |
Citizenship | Unaffiliated |
Age | 27 |
Marital Status | Single |
Occupation | Axe-murderer, chef |
Height/Weight | 5'8, 180lbs/pnz |
Orientation | Unknown |
Guardian | Oschon, the Wanderer |
And lo, we have the wild Anton, back from his self-searching, soul-finding adventure into the wilds of Eorzea. He's learned his way around an axe quite well, and they seem to be his favorite tool of mass destruction, instruction, or corruption. He ran to escape a life of debt, to come back for a world of fabulous new friends, potential lovers, and enemies alike! ...Now he just needs a place to live.
Having found that, now he's simply just trying to find his better half. Or himself. Whichever comes first.
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Basic Info
This is the place where basic information goes about Anton. Problem is, that 'basic information' is scattered all about that page instead. ENJOY.
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Appearance & Personality
- Commonly seen wearing the lightly armored clothing that he so adores. So chosen because of his particular fighting style, he only ever gets into heavier armor when he absolutely has to. The wilds taught him one thing: To survive, you have to keep moving. With this in mind, he wears armored gauntlets and boots, with deceptively thick armor plating partially covering his leggings and torso. He generally, also, doesn't wear a helmet.
Loyal to a fault, Anton tends to stick near where his friends are at. When he can't find them, not only does he get a little anxious, he tends to retreat into his mind, spacing out until absolutely necessary. This made it a bit hard for him when he first made his appearance back with 'humanity'--He wasn't used to the world anymore, only to the way of the wilds. Truly, he did meet the occasional traveler out there, but it wasn't enough to keep him from being just a little strange upon his return.
In the months since his return, he's come across a wide variety of people, each making him realize different traits about himself. With some, he's incredibly protective, to the point that he'll even threaten loved ones of the person he's protecting. With others, he's endlessly tricksy, flowing from one lie to the next, but never serious. When it comes to prospective recruits to the Dreamers, he tends to make them a drink, tailored specifically to their style, and pick their brain for a while--All while under the guise of telling them more about the estate and it's occupants.
Lately, however, he's brought his formal chef training to bear, preparing masterful recipes of such crazy ingredients, ranging from across the world. Every day brings a new idea!
In everything, he always has an ulterior motive, which tends to be his own survival. He gathers information like a normal person would gather flowers, to bargain with as needed to ensure his place should anything happen. Not that anyone ever actually believes him.
Biography
Childhood
- Most unknown at present. Parents were Ul'dahn merchants, assumedly shady due to an early death, or perhaps simply victim of a robbery gone wrong. Few friends.
Teenage
- Most unknown at present. Assumed lifestyle of street rat and gambler, probable thief?
Wilds
- For lack of a better term, Anton was an incredibly unlucky person. His ability at gambling was terrible, and he accrued so much debt that it had come to a head--His life, or his money. Being that he had no money, and he didn't particularly want his life to be over... He left. For fear of getting his friends hurt, he said nothing--They couldn't be used as bargaining chips if they didn't know. Just like that, he was gone. His first destination was to Limsa Lominsa, posing as a gladiator mercenary. He had minimal skill with a sword and shield, but figured he could get away with it readily enough, especially if he wore a helmet all the time to hide his identity. After a time, he learned he had quite a propensity for swinging about an axe, and as a pastime, he studied the cooks in the Bismarck. After a while, he was easily able to mimic them, and even understand why they did what they did. After a good while, though, his past caught up with him again--Even with his hair grown out, face grown older, and demeanor changed. He'd learned a different way of life, changed himself around amazingly, but still was not to be at rest.
To Costa, he ran. They'd been looking for mercs there, right? He could get a job there, easy as that. But no. Not hiring. With that, he fled further inland, right into the wilds. For a while, he stumbled on his own--Barely able to make due. He refused to speak with any traveler, for fear of being found, but eventually it had come to the point that he was on death's doorstep. A roegadyn by the name of 'Mentor' found him, and helped him back to health, teaching him how to survive properly--At this point, he was far enough into the wilds, that it was amazing there was someone else around.
Mentor was a man who liked to learn. In return for any knowledge he'd gleaned from a traveler, he gave something back--Usually another form of knowledge. Anton had very little to teach Mentor, but even his meager sword-and-board skills were something the big man could learn from. As thanks, the roe took his time teaching Anton how to live in the wilds--What was edible, what wasn't. Where he could find help without going back to civilization, and how to handle the basic predators--A point that he was surprised about, though, was that Anton had yet to run into any of the wildlife, though probably due to him being like unto death at the time.
They parted ways, and Anton made his way to one of these sources of non-civilization help. The man he met was all too happy for a visitor, and though he never gave a name, taught Anton what is now his most valuable skill: How to really use an axe.
Present
- Anton is now a proud member of the Radical Dreamers, after being found by the single friend who remembered him: Tikka Swift. A name that assuredly makes not a lick of sense to him, but he doesn't particularly care--He has friends here. He has family here. He works as a melee instructor and chef for the most part, occasionally playing nursemaid to those with only superficial wounds when the true medical heroes, such as his best friend Kiipa Nulstat, are busy. He regularly clashes with Gen Quickpaw, the leader of the company.. Generally over matters of simple nature, yet unable to come to a simple conclusion. One minor facet that he enjoys, though not an official position, is his job of wrangling the new folks in for a drink and an introduction. Between cooking and tending bar, treating wounds, and teaching, he's a regular in most walks of the estate life.
Shortly after returning from the wilds, he managed to gather himself up a girlfriend. This, unfortunately, didn't last nearly as long as anyone was hoping--Even bystanders had high hopes for the two, Misha Jinhri and Anton, but after only a month, Misha left on a quest of soul-searching, to find herself. When she came back, things had changed... And the two, while remaining pleasant friends, were no longer a couple as a result of the findings of that journey, and the time apart. His love-life has remained relatively shattered from then on, progressing onto a helpless puppy love over his best friend, to constant flings with folks from around the company and his side job with the Obsidian Coterie. He thinks he's found something worth his time in one Sumari Polaali.. But he's not yet certain how it'll pan out. Who knows?
Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)
◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)
◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)
◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)
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Gallery
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Footnotes
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