Myllor Aurelion

Myllor Aurelion
Gender	Male
Race	Hyur
Clan	Midlander
Citizenship	Ul'dah

Character:

General:

Name: Myllor Aurelion

Pronunciation: My-lor Or-el-ee-un

Gender: Male

Race: Hyur

Clan: Midlander

Citizenship: Ul'dahn

Guardian: Nald'Thal

Age: 31

Nameday: 18th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

Occupation(s): Blacksmith/Armorer, Miner, Mercenary.

Appearance:

Height/Weight: 6 Fulms, 2 Ilms, 210 Ponz

Hair Color: Brown w/ Grey streaks

Eye Color: Hazel Green

Build: Powerful upper body, toned legs, but a ragged face.

Garb: Myllor can be seen in a variety of garb, depending on what he's doing. When he is smithing, he might be seen in a comfortable doublet. When he mines, he wears a lighter get-up. As a mercenary, he wears a black haori over a darksteel cuirass, with flat unobtrusive darksteel pauldrons, and darksteel plating on his shoes. All of his darksteel is of his own design, and is ornamented with gold trim. His pants and gloves are black leather with goldenweave trim, as is the collar attached to his haori that rises high enough to cover the lower half of his face. He is almost always seen wearing some sort of protective eye covering. It used to be that you'd rarely see him outside of his ornamented cobalt plate armor suit. It also was of his making, and he was quite proud of it, but it has been hung up for several cycles now, as he is no longer a soldier.

Abilities:

Sword: Myllor has known a sword since he was a mere five cycles old. He is more than proficient, and now wields a blade of his own making. It is longer than a longsword, and only single-edged.

Shield: In his time in Eorzea, Myllor was a practitioner of the way of the Shield, to defend his allies. He has ceased its use, as it has not served him well.

Healing: Another of Myllor's older skills, he received training in several healing arts, but does not use them often anymore.

Smithing: His craft of choice, Myllor took up the hammer to learn a trade that would serve him well. And serve him well it has, as his wares fetch a pretty gil.

Mining: Mining was important to Myllor for gathering the materials to fuel his passion for smithing, but he also discovered it's practical uses. He can prospect many valuable gems, and incorporate them into his weapons and armor to increase his profits many times over.

Lance: Myllor has been trained in a lance, and was quite skilled with it, but it is not a go-to weapon in his current trade.

Others: Myllor is proficient in the use of hand-to-hand combat, the use of an Axe, and archery. He does not prefer these styles, and will only adapt if needed. His Archery in particular, is very poor.

Timeline:

Pre 1.0 Backstory:

0: Myllor was born in a small mountain hamlet in a land to the south he knew of as Salernum, but does not exist on any Eorzean maps. He was born there to the Captain of the local guard, Sir Markus Aurelion, and the beautiful Rose Aurelion.

5: He held his first sword. His training was something his father had looked forward to most, since the day his sister was born, the brilliant Kikianna. It was a proud time for him.

10: Myllor was growing bigger, and stronger now, becoming a force to be reckoned with with his newly standard-issue, full-size longsword. He was proud, he was good, and he was nearly ready to squire for the honorable Sir Walter, his father's best man, and closest friend. None objected, none, but Stefan. The man had a reputation for ambition second only to his as a marauder. It was his path to power, to take on the Captain's son as a squire, and he vied for it vehemently. He was kept in line by the guard, but on one particular night, some ale was had, some words exchanged, and a brawl occured. The man disgraced himself, and stole away from the village under the cover of night. Even the best hunters and trackers failed to bring him back, and one of them failed to return at all. And so It was all but forgotten, until he returned.

It was a night Myllor would never forget. Stefan returned with a sizable band of brigands. He killed the guardsmen stationed at the top of the mountain pass, and snuck into the hamlet in the dark of the night. He managed to sneak a few dozen men into the village, intent on his revenge. He started with Rose, Myllor's mother. He ambushed them, disarming them all in the midst of sleep, and made Myllor and his family watch as he cleaved his mother's right arm off at the shoulder. That was more than enough to make his father fly at the fiend in a rage. Unarmed and undressed, his father met his fate, but his actions spared his children. Stefan's revenge satisfied, and his fun ruined, he ordered the village razed.

The events that followed happened very quickly. They tied the three of them, his mother, sister, and himself together, and left. The men blocked the exit, and set a torch to the doorway, and soon after, the flames came. They had been left to burn. It was his sister's brilliance that saved them all that day. She shielded them, and stopped the bleeding on his mother's arm through cauterization. It was difficult to watch, and would only have been harder had she still been conscious. How his mother survived was beyond him, even now, after many moons of training in the healing arts. All he can remember is not being able to get out of Kiki's protective barrier until there were only ashes around him. The Athenaeum, his mother's precious library and place of learning, was completely destroyed, along with all the knowledge, history, and secrets kept within.  In some places fires still smoldered, and people could be heard crying, but what remained of his father's men had rallied behind Sir Walter, and fought deep into the night to protect the hamlet. In the end casualties were not nearly as overwhelming as he had imagined, due mostly to their efforts.

A rage burned within him that day, and he swore vengeance. His young mind was confident that he could not only find the man who killed his father, disfigured his mother, and destroyed his home, but that he could kill him himself. So he did something foolish; he left. He was determined to go out and train in the world, hunt down Stefan, and have his vengeance. This was, of course, a grand notion for one of merely ten cycles, but his motivation was there. Ambition flowed off of him and the ever vigilant Sir Walter knew immediately his intent, but said not a word that day. The knight simply followed Myllor when he set out, trailing him for a half a sun before confronting him, and offering to take him back. When Myllor refused, he said to him, "You'll get nowhere fast with a quick blade and a target to motivate you, but not a wink of sense. It helps to pack food." He was right of course, Myllor had not eaten, nor taken anything to sustain himself. His quest had been clear as day to the young lad, but the reality of the situation quickly humbled him. Much to his surprise, however,  Sir Walter did not lead them in the direction of their ruined village, but toward that which Myllor had been intent on following. They stopped only once that day, to direct a courier back to the hamlet with a missive. The two traveled for many moons, and many cycles and the great Sir Walter Fern personally oversaw Myllor's growth, and trained him in his father's absence.

19: It was a long time, nearly another ten cycles before they had their chance. By then Myllor was a man grown, and had outgrown Sir Walter's lessons. At the age of just ten and nine, he was every bit the fighter. Rarely did he find a match, but he was often employed slaying creatures, not men. One day, a few moons short of his twentieth nameday, Myllor caught wind of a man fitting Stefan's description. Upon hearing he was heading a band of bandits, brigands, and cutthroats, Myllor knew he had his man. He was known as Reaver, for the enormous axe he carved his victims with. Having discovered Reaver's next target, a small seaside port, they set off to intercept. They arrived in time, met with the elder of the port town, and convinced him of the danger. Within a few suns, they had helped the town and its local guard defend itself, and captured Reaver.

The man hanged that day. They stayed there with a group of healers, while a wound Sir Walter had sustained was treated. They were men of the faith who called themselves priors, and were very similar to conjurers, though more focused on healing. It was also there Myllor discovered his passion and ability for healing, and so there he remained for more then three cycles learning the arts. Sir Walter only stayed a few moons before he and Myllor bid their final farewells, and he headed back to their hometown. Myllor had hoped to return with him, but he had so much to learn. Around the time he completed his training, a rich trading vessel sailed into the port. It hailed from a distant place known as Ul'dah.

23: Myllor heard many things of Ul'dah that night, of all the dangers it faced, and he saw an opportunity. He sent a message home to his mother, and apologized for his extended absence, but he knew what he had to do. The next morning he found himself on the vessels deck, beginning his work across the wide-open sea. This was quite possibly one of the hardest times for Myllor. Between the young scrags that berated him, and the harlots making life difficult, not to mention the motion sickness and the illness, staying aboard the ship was certainly a challenging task. The journey was several moons long, but eventually he arrived at a small port in the desert to the south-east of Ul'dah. Before you saw the shore, you could see it, looming over the horizon. Ul'dah.

Ul'dah was magnificent. Enormous and magnificent. Even from afar, it was all he could do to contain his enthusiasm. While he sat awestruck off the coast of Thanalan, however, something fell from the sky. This was Myllor's first garlean encounter. It was what is known as a Garlean Juggernaut. It was a very near miss. As it fell, it struck the center mast, and nearly tore the ship in two. Resulting in a long afternoon spent rowing the rest of the way. A few bells later, the ship made it to shore, and docked for repairs. With this he was finally free to disembark and begin his adventure in Eorzea. The first few suns were uneventful, and his fourth and twentieth nameday passed quietly.

1.0 Backstory:

WIP