Jojochuho Lolobecho "Mop"
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 Jojochuho Lolochecho "Mop"
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| Gender | Male |
| Race | Lalafell |
| Clan | Dunesfolk |
| Citizenship | Gridania |
| Age | 17 |
| Nameday | 11th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon |
| Occupation | Wandering Arcanist |
| Sexuality | A-Sexual |
| Relatives | N/A |
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" Hi, my name's Mop! Neat hat!"
Appearance & Personality
Common Appearance:
Personality:
Clothing:
- Making People Smile
- Sparring
- Exercising
- Pretty Girls
- The Outdoors
- Extremely Hot Weather
- Dancing
- Rude People
- Politics
- Slackers
- Alignment: Chaotic Good
Abilities
People & Places Kaia Heart – ♥ Family – ✖ Deceased
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Relation / Backstory: Numsgil's Mother.
A female Hyur practitioner of the dark arts known as Black Magic, Kaia was an orphan that grew in the slums of Ishgard, fending for herself for as long as she could remember. At the age of 15, Kaia met an orphan Hyur boy with light green eyes, dark brown hair and the smile that would take her from a world of hurt to a place of no fear and happiness. The boy's name was Alric. It wasn't until the spark between the two lit before Kaia found herself being unable to control elements such as Fire, Frost, and Thunder that would form at her hands. Scared to death and crying, Alric reached his arms around the girl and whispered into her ear, "It may seem the storm is roaring hard, but with my hand in yours, we'll make it through. Push forward my love, for we will conquer everything together as one." Her head pressed against the young Alric's chest, tears rolled down her cheeks with a smile for she knew she found the broken link that was needed to link her heart together. With practice of the dark arts, Alric and Kaia set off as adventurers setting their life to mercenary jobs, forming their life together through the little bit of Gil they would scavenge up to support themselves. By the age of 19, the couple found themselves expecting a baby. With the news, Alric set forth to enlisting into the Ishgardian Order of the Dragoons. By the time of the birth of their new child, Alric had already saved enough money for the family to move away to Gridania to make sure their new son, Numsgil would have a better start at life in a new country. |
Alric Mcminnar – ♥ Family – ✖ Deceased
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Relation / Backstory: Numsgil's Father.
A male Hyur of Ishgardian military background, Alric's father, a high ranking Azure Dragoon would fall by an attack of Dragons on a patrol through the Coerthas Central Highlands, orphaning the young Alric at the age of 7, forcing him to grow up in the slums of Ishgard. At the age of 15, Alric met the love of his life. It was love at first site. Her name was Kaia. She was an orphan Hyur girl with eyes as blue as the sky and such a beautiful smile that Alric couldn't help himself but push forward to doing anything to get the girl's attention. The two fell madly in love with each other not more than a year later. Despite Kaia's uncontrollable dark magic outbursts at the time, and many waking hours of holding the girl when she was scared from elements forming at her finger tips, burning and freezing almost anything she touched, Alric looked into her eyes and brought her into a world where fear and loneliness didn't exist. Many years the two ventured through out the land together, forming their life together through the little bit of Gil they would scavenge up to support themselves through their adventures. By the age of 19, the news was broken to the young Alric. Kaia was pregnant with his child. Shocked yet happy, Alric picked up his lance and set forth to enlisting into the Ishgardian Order of the Dragoons. By the time of the birth of their new child, Alric had already saved enough money for the family to move away to Gridania to make sure their new son, Numsgil would have a better start at life in a new country. |
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Waltz Concerto ● Positive –
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Relation / Backstory: Numsgil's childhood best friend.
As kids, Waltz always seemed to be that scrawny kid that kept to himself and sang songs in the corner of the playground. Due to his kindness, Numsgil befriended the Miqo'te almost instantly. Through the years, Numsgil defended the cat boy from bullies, got close to his family to the point he would be invited take trips with Waltz's family to get icecream, go to the beach, go to shows, you name it. It wasn't hard to see the two bonded really well and became life long friends in a short amount of time. At the age of 12, Waltz and Numsgil sat at a small park as they stared at the night stars together. "Hey, Nums... What do you want to be when you're older? What are your dreams? I want to be a famous singer! Helping people smile with my songs." With a bright smile on his face as he spoke, Waltz asked in such a soft voice as he stared up at the stars. Catching him by surprise, Numsgil shifted his eyes from the twinkling stars above to Waltz before pulling his hand to his chin. Eyebrows firm with a deep thought expression on his face, the Hyur looked back up at the stars as his expression just seemed to switch almost immediately to a bright smile once he found the answer. "I want to be a hero. I want to be that guy that puts himself in front of others to protect them no matter what the cause." As the last word escaped the young boy's lips, his smile seemed to fade, one single star twinkling back at him before opening his mouth again to continue. "I want to be like my dad." Pulling his attention from the stars above, Waltz would look over Numsgil to continue to smile softly before looking back up, "I think you'll do really great at that. You'll be the best hero ever one day, I just know it." A tear fell down Numsgil's cheek as the kind words were said toward him. "Thanks, Waltz. The same goes for you." At the age of 15 through Numsgil's deep depression due to his mother growing deathly ill, the scrawny Miqo'te seemed to be the only one to pull him out of that dark hole and come back to smiles and laughs. Until one rainy day at the age of 17, a soft knocking would be at Waltz's door. "I got it, mom!" With bright smiles and hops over to the door, the young Waltz opened the door to find Numsgil soaking wet with eyes as red as could be from obvious crying, accompanied by a complete blank stare as almost he wasn't there even in his own body. Biting his lip, Numsgil began to open his lips before pulling his hand to his hands as he just completely broke down. Waltz's facial expression immediately dropped, ears falling down slightly. "Hey... It's okay, come in and have some Hot-Coco and we'll talk about it, okay-" As the Miqo'te was mid-sentence, Numsgil would wrap his arms around him, continuing to cry. "It's okay. Come on, let's get you out of those clothes and into some dry ones, huh?" The final day came as Numsgil said his goodbyes to Waltz and his family. With a pain in his chest of having to leave and start his own life, Numsgil pulled his belongings that layed in a cloth material bag over his shoulder, walking down the brick path to his new life. |
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