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| The Vision | |
 '"I am..." ' | |
| Gender | Male |
| Race | Automaton |
| Clan | Unknown |
| Citizenship | ? |
| Guardian | Thaliak, the Scholar |
| Namesday | 5th sun of the 3rd Astral Moon |
| Age | ? |
I am not what you intended...
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CHARACTERISTICS
- Birth name: N/A
- Alias: The Vision
- Nicknames: Viz, Vizsh
- Place of Birth: ---
- Childhood: ---
- Youth: ---
- Ocupation: ---
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☬After a band of heroes brought ruin to the treacherous Castrum Meridianum, only ruin and charred machinery lay in the fortress's place. Amidst the rubble rose a synthetic being, having been awakened too late to combat the infiltrators and activated too soon to have clear programming of his own objectives. His creators were nowhere to be found, perhaps lost in the fall of the Castrum. Now, he simply wanders Eorzea, seeking understanding of this new life.
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APPEARANCE
Face:
Smooth and pale like snow with fine assets giving an inocent overlook at first sight. Always with a stiff expression which would make it hard to imagine him smilling. He carries a scar which begins on his forehead, crossing his nose and ending under his right eye, near his cheekbone. Most of the times, his expressions and reactions are subtle and blank with his eyes being mostly the only device he uses to express himself.
Eyes:
Soft-sea green. Dygo's eyes are bright, sharp and cold with an intriguing and piercing effect which is drastically improved by the natural dark circles around his eyelids which stand out the cold green of them even more. They seem to be always staring into the nothingness; always open and bright. He's not aware of this but a lot of people get immediately scared of his eyes; others can't help but to avoid them.
Hair:
Shaggy and obscure as midnight, not pure black, with white highlights. Though with fine texture and easily maneuverable when needed; it's large enough to make a pony tail of around 10 cm long. He doesn't really care about how it looks and chooses to not even try. On the other hand, he likes very much to feel the wind against his hair when running at full speed. (Even though he won't admit it deliberately)
Body:
Trained and disciplined which is fairly reflected in the toned muscles around his abdominal area. His limbs are large and toned as well. His hands have the visible prove of him being used to wield weapons frequently. Along many other minor marks of passed combats, in his lower left side he carries a big, nasty scar with the form of a star.
PERSONALITY
A gloomy person at first sight but with a strong sense of duty. Being born in Ilsabard, Dygo speaks garlean as his mother language followed by doman result of his training in Othard. He tries his best to speak and learn eorzean hidding his garlean accent. Dyerigo believes the overwhelming kindness shown by most eorzean people has hidden intentions; an impression resulted of the differences between Eorzean culture and Garlean culture. Thus, it's hard for him to entirely trust someone. On the same basis, those he trully considers his friends would always have an extra swords no matter what. He barely cares about himself to the point that would put the lives of his friends before his own. Luckily he doesn't have any left...
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Have you heard the Tale?
- Dyerigo of Andermix was born in the northern parts of Ilsabard, an unknown region which, until the day of their inhalation caused by the conflict between the Ala Mhigans and the Garlean Empire, belonged to the old and mythic Andermix clan: A group of nomad people whose race shared a direct lineages with wolves and the moon itself. While every male had the right to breed with any partner as they pleased, Dyragath, Dyerigo’s father, was respected and recognized as the Clan leader; the "Vjalanir" or, in other words, the Alpha Male of the clan who’d always have the last word in every matter and the right to breed with any female he wanted. Yet, to the astonishment of the entire clan, he chose to only mate a single, average and weak woman, Lytinia, whom he had a child whose name was chosen to be Dyerigo: the first and only male son of Dyragath and the one who was destined to rule the Andermix clan once his father grew too weak to hunt.
- Even if the Vjalanir was Dyerigo’s father, Dyragath hardly spent time with the cub being his mother’s duty to ensure the grown and development of a strong hunter; same reason why Dyerigo never spent time with his father, not even an exchange of stares. The only times he heard the voice of his father, the Vjalanir, it was only to be toughened and put into shape.
- Three and a half years later, Lytinia gave birth to Dyragath’s second cub; a girl whose name was chosen to be Lysbiette; Dyerigo’s sister. The following two years, with the conflict between the Ala Mhigans and the Garlean Empire raging, Dyragath knew his clan was in danger yet, this being the place of his ancestors, he chose to protect his hill and the members of his big family, repelling any intruder who dared to cross the borders of their territory. Unfortunately for the Andermix clan, the forces they were facing were far superior than their own strength. With daggers, claws, fangs and anger they fought bravely against the dark steal and metal of the Garlean hostiles.
- Finally, the Garlean Empire decided to consider them a serious threat rather than just a little nomad group and took serious measures to deal with the pack of wolves. One night, when the moon was at its highest point, the hostile forces of the Empire fell on them yet, for the invading forces’ surprise, the Andermix clan was stronger during Full Moon. This little advantage was not enough to drive the Garleans out but it was enough to give a few females and cubs the time to flee; same night where Dyerigo saw his father for the last time. Lytinia took her two children, Lyli and Dygo, and did as her mate told her: She fled to the south, travelling only by night, avoiding the outposts. And she did.
- After two weeks of endless travelling, one toddler holding her hand and one baby in her arms, Lytinia and her children found a, somehow, stable place to stay: a little abandoned barn in the merchant town of Lirta. The town was labeled as "the only place the Garlean Empire doesn’t want to step in" or things like "Even giants need a place to throw their trash"
- For the next two years, since the city was such a low place with illness at every corner, Lytinia put a good use of the natural healing skill of the Andermix clan and made money to feed her children by healing sick people. During those two years, the three of them learnt the Garlean tongue. Surpassingly for them, the people of this place used more than one word in their name which lead Lytinia to name her two children after a common one in the town to avoid any unnecessary suspicion: Lenneth.
- The four years old toddler, Lysbiette, helped her mother healing people and learning how to control her own gift; the incredible magical power the Andermix blood held. Yet, this magical power could only be used by the females of the clan; the Andermix males were not able to cast even the simplest spell, therefore, they were not able to use any kind of magic even if their blood held such power. Because of this, Dyerigo couldn’t help her mother and sister which filled him with anger. Then, the seven years old cub decided to craft his own skills using the teachings of the Andermix; he became a hunter in his own way. Where his father hunted for food using nothing but his own claws and fangs, Dyerigo would hunt for the only thing that could feed them the same way his father did in this twisted forest: Gil. And gil he hunted.
- The little, wild boy developed his own craft; stealing gill both as a hunter, hiding in the shadows of the forest without his pray noticing him, and as predator, fighting against other hungry dogs for a piece of bread. Sometimes he won, some others he came back home with a wound begging Lyli to heal it without telling their mother. Meanwhile, unlike Lyli, Dygo’s body, just like the body of any other Andermix male, had the natural ability to move with a speed and dexterity above the average condition for a mortal. His daily chases and races only enhanced his already astonishing skills.
- It was not a pleasant way of living, but it was a living; eating at least once a day was more than enough for them. Dygo always offered his part to his sister but every time she rejected his brother’s kindness. Even as a cub, Dygo remained being an Andermix wolf, the son of the Vjalanir nonetheless and, just like one, he had to take care of his pack; even if his pack was only his sister and his mother.
- Months later, Dygo stealing at his mother’s back and Lyli becoming a skillful healer in her short age, Lytinia fell sick. The unforgiving use of her healing skills put her in a state of weakness, not being able to heal anyone, not even herself. For almost half a year, Dyerigo had to take care of his bedridden mother and his little sister. As his own world fell apart, Dyerigo, desperate and lost, began to steal bigger game. His body was hurt but every time he came back home bleeding and crying, his sister took care of him, healing his wounded body under the promise of him not going out to do the same thing the next night; a promise he never fulfilled.
- Even with Dyerigo bringing back home almost as much money as her mother did by healing, it was not enough to pay for her mother’s medicine and herbs; not to mention the food to fed his little sister and himself. Dygo got himself in so much troubles with the law, the merchants and even the other orphan kids. Yet he stood strong just as his father taught him; even if he never shared a bound as warm as other fathers and sons, he knew exactly what to do and how to do it thanks to his father’s words. Alas, Dygo acted as the wolf his father wanted him to be because it was the only thing they ever shared in common; pride.
- Dyerigo’s effort to sustain his family was greater than his own will but eventually, one night when the Full Moon was visible in the dark sky, Lytinia of Andermix died in her bed holding the hand of her two children. It was a hard decision, but after crying the tears for her mother, Dygo took his mother’s body and buried it in the nearest hill, at the outskirts of the town, where he sworn never to cry again for both he and his sister’s sake. Now, the eight year old wolf had to take care of him and his five year old sister in a town that cared more about profit and business than the alarming growing population of orphan children.
- The next three years, Dygo looked after his sister like a mad wolf. She was able to make a good amount of friends here and there thanks to the charming and comforting personality of hers while Dygo kept doing nothing but enemies. More than once he was bitten by other kids due to him not being nice with others. Indeed, Dygo stole from anyone: rich, poor, the ones who had more than enough and the ones who barely had something. Dygo decided that he’d give up any kind of interactions with others; that he’d look for his sister since that was his duty of an Andermix.
- As usual, Dyerigo tended to get into fights and troubles, some of them not even justified or even worth the pain. During one of the beatings he really deserved at the hands of a group of poor kids, another boy came to his aid: a tall, blonde elezen. When he saw the wolf cub being hurt so badly he didn’t think about the situation and immediately went to help Dyerigo delivering punches to any kid he saw without even questioning what was the true reason of such conflict. The elezen boy was strong but, in the end, he was hit as hard as Dygo; for the next hour they both laid on the floor looking at the gloomy sky. Albent was his name, a fourteen years old boy, son of two deceased soldiers of the Garlean Empire who, just like Dygo’s father, fought six years ago in a confrontation against an unknown force in the northern plains of Ilsabard.
- It was hard and awkward for him but, with time and patience, Albent became the first and only friend Dygo ever had and the only person he’d trust his sister’s care. Dygo never gave it much thought but, it was really interesting that the only friend he ever had was also the son of an old enemy who exterminated his clan. Dygo, Lyli and Albent. For the next months, the trio took care of each other as a family. Even if Albent was three years older than Dygo, the wolf always cared about his friend as a proud Vjalanir would.
- For the next year, Dygo and Albent went to the streets to get gil in any way possible; where Dygo would steal using the only naturals skills he had, Albent would trick and fool peasants and merchants alike. When they got into troubles, one would never leave the other behind, returning home both well or with scratches and hits all over their faces; Albent always smiling, Lyli always worried, tending their wounds, and Dygo always quiet. Quiet yet; deep inside, being the little boy he was, happy to have a family and a place he was expected to come back. It was not the best life but a life he was happy to have at the side of the only two he cared about.
- Things weren’t as good for the next years. Stealing became more dangerous, deadly even. With the war against the Ala Mhigans demanding more resources to resupply the legion, the security of the town grew to dangerous consequences. Kids were now endangering their lives for a piece of bread, sometimes just a bite of rotten meat.
- After a difficult year for the children, Albent, the now sixteen years old teenager, made the decision to follow his parent’s steps and aimed to became a new recruit in the Garlean legion. Watching Dygo being hurt more and more for not even an entire piece of bread was painful for him which led him to take such decision so he could sustain his friend’s needs. This, of course, troubled the wolf cub; not because he was joining the army who annihilated his can but because he was worried about Albent, his friend. Albent didn’t think much about it and enlisted in the local headquarters; he’d be sent out Town to Garlemald in order to receive proper training and preparation. In other words, he’d be leaving Dygo and Lyli alone. And he did.
- For a year, Lyli and Dygo had three meals per day, decent clothing; they slept in the same old barn but their life was drastically improved by Aldent’s efforts. The down side; he was not allowed to go back or to leave his duty. Even with all the good that came of it, Dygo couldn’t stand to live being taken care of his friend. More than once he, the wolf, tried to enlist in the Empire's legion to help and take care of his friend but him, being only fifteen, couldn’t made it for being one year younger than the established age.
- Meanwhile, Lyli, now with a somewhat better understanding of her gift, was taken under the teachings of a humble yet equally talented healer, a Hyur named Edwen who saw the potential of the girl. Said Hyur offered both, Dygo and Lyli a roof and food yet, as good as it sounded, Dygo never accepted her help but, as selfish and proudly stupid as he has, ordered his sister to stay with such woman for the time to come. He’d keep an eye on her as she develops her own power in magic while he takes care of himself. Dyerigo didn’t want any help from anyone, not even his own friend.
- It was hard and took almost a year to trust in the Hyur but, eventually, he did. He didn’t like the Hyur but he trusted in her interest of his sister, same interest which would never put her in danger. Alas, it was safe for him to part now knowing that Lysbiette was in capable hands; that she’d have a better life from now on while the wolf goes to find Albent, his dearest friend. Without asking her consent, Dygo, now a sixteen years old wolf, followed the steps of his friend and enlisted his name in the legion.
- Lysbiette begged his brother to never leave her but Dyerigo had to act as the Vjalanir his father told him to be. That night was also the night he, Dyerigo, received his characteristic scar on his face: It was a tradition among the Andermix to ensure the return of the ones who left for a journey they may not come back alive. The females had to mark the body of their loved ones with a wound they, the males, were not be able to heal; even when Lysbiette didn’t know the true meaning of this due to her being too young to remember, Dyerigo asked her to mark him. And she, with shaking hands, did mark his brother with a rusty knife across his face. Such wound would never heal by any means being Lyli the only one capable to do so. This was, in a strange sense, the way them, the males of the Andermix clan, sworn to return alive driven by a promise made with something stronger than words. If they never returned, the mark would prove them as fallen warriors who died trying to fulfill their promise.
- After the marking ritual, Dyerigo, still bleeding, said the last farewells to his sister under the promise to come back some day together with Albent and left the Town in the search of his dearest friend. This was the last time he saw his sister being also the last image he has of her: His sister when she had thirteen years old.
- The very first week of his training as a new recruit, Dyerigo was easily noticed by the higher ranks thanks to his gifted speed and dexterity; as result, he was chosen to become one of the rare "Shadows of the Empire". Dygo’s priority was to find Albent, his friend, as soon as possible yet little the wolf could do about the whole situation. He was being send to a different continent; Othard.
- For the next one and a half, almost two, years, Dyerigo was trained in the art of Ninjutsu by Au Ra masters under Garlean supervision in the already conquered city of Doma. "Teaching through pain” was an old yet still used Garlean say; Dyerigo had to endure incalculable measures of pain through his training in order to learn as quick as possible, being always healed by Au Ra masters so he’d not die. The Garlean Empire would not give up gifted soldiers so easily. Being in the continent of Othard, Dyerigo, alongside his fellow soldiers, had to learn the Doman language not only to communicate but also to learn the use of mudras to a deeper level. By combining words, they were able to create more powerful mudras at the cost of using what the Doman people called a taboo: ”To force the nature itself to serve one’s wishes was to attempt the sacrilege of playing a false god”. During his training, Dygo’s only concern was to find his friend and bring him back so the three of them could be together again; he was strong yet still naive.
- Half of the marks Dyerigo has all over his body are result of his intense training in Doma; being hurt to death, enduring a lot of pain and being healed minutes before he could reach his limit. But, as painful and hard as those years were, in the end it did give the result desired. Dyerigo, along the fellow recruits who survived the training, became masters in the art of spying, tracking, trickery and, specially, Ninjutsu.
- Dyerigo finally returned to Ilsabard, his homeland, not as a child anymore but as a soldier, a Shadow of the Empire. Yet, just as Albent, he was not allowed to cheek on his sister for the Legion had already a task for him: He, alongside his fellow ‘’Shadows’’ were about to be deployed to serve as the main trackers, one per squad, to scout the borders in search and destroy what little was left of the Ala Mighan Resistance and, aside of that, trace safe routes where the airships were not able to transport. In other words, kill what was left of the Highlanders for this region belonged to the Garlean Empre now. For better or for worse, during this time, he finally found Albent; now a squad leader.
- Dyerigo was assigned as the tracker in Albent’s squad, something that filled them both with joy. Even after all this time, they were still able to joke and talk as the old days. The difference was that Albent was now the higher rank and the one giving the orders while Dyerigo was now a trained assassin ready to strike whomever Albent orders to attack. For the next two years they fought side by side against the Ala Mhigans under the Garlean flag.
- For the next two years, Dyerigo and Albent, alongside many other squads with the same task, drove what was left of the Ala Mhigans, off the region; burning villages, destroying outposts, killing Highlanders indiscriminately. They were no fools, the two of them knew what they were doing; Dyerigo himself and his sister were victims of such actions in the past. What kept them pushing forward into their own hells was the well being of Lysbiette, back in Lirta. By letters, Lyli let them know that she had become a known healer and, thanks to her hard work, she was asked to leave the Town in order to work in Garlemald itself, yet she’d not leave their home until they both are back. Dyerigo didnt’ care how many lives he took with his blades, his sister’s words were more than worth the sins he, along Albent, was doing. Of course, his sins had to be answered sooner or later. . .
- Many, many battlefields, butcheries, encounters and victories later, Dyerigo and Albent, had what would be their last battle together. Just as many a day before, they were deployed to scout the area, find what was left of the enemy and eradicate the menace. Everything went as usual, just another day in a life they both got used to live; never they thought about themselves as murderers, that was something they were not allowed to do, not for them but for Lyli who was having a better life the two of them could ever think about.
- Suddenly, out of nowhere, during the night when the garleans were sleeping under the full moon, a furious rain of arrows fell upon the whole regiment; they were able to spot the attack but not to take cover; almost half of their men were eliminated by that ambush. Moreover, not giving them time to react and get to their arms, the attacking forces charged toward the scattered regiment. After the ambush, they were outnumbered three to one by the resistance. More than lucky for the lad, Dyerigo was not injured during the first attack but he, just like the other survivors, had to be ready to fight in short. Two knives, his weapons of choice, were what he took from his own tent; now geared, he charged outside to met with Albent since he had to be sure he was alright. Dygo did meet his friend at the frontal defense of the camp. No reinforcements were on the way, they were on their own. Albent, being the highest rank, did the best he could to set a defensive line since they had to take care of their wounded as well. Fire balls fell down the garleans before the Highlanders crashed against their shields. The sound of clashing swords, broken shields, firearms shooting and spells hitting the ground filled the ambient; it was a battlefield in its entire being.
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COMBAT & WEAPONRY
Because of his training, experience and travels around the realm in search of his sister, Dyerigo is more than a formidable and qualified combatant even if he chooses to avoid direct combat if possible. He has fought in the battlefield as well as in close quarters which gives him the hability to keep his mind at ease when in the face of danger. Being trained as a "Shadow" at the service of the Garlean Empire, Dygo has a vast knowledge in the use of mudras. His own style does not relies on strength but in speed and dexterity. When totally commited in killing someone he'd think about a way to end the fight with a single strike instead of thinking about a formidable defence. Only if stealth fails or is just impossible, he'll think about a frontal assault.
Hand-to-hand:
Dyerigo hates to kill people so deliveratedly but that doesn't mean he won't defend himself agains any kind of agression. He'd always think about his hand-to-hand techniques and submissions before recutting to more deadly solutions.
Mudras:
As mentioned before, Dyerigo was trained in the art of Ninjutsu by Au Ra masters under Garlean supervision. Even if he doesn't conside himself a ninja anymore, he'd think about using mudras before unsheathing any kind of weapon.
Throwing knives:
Dyerigo carries a ridiculous amount of throwing knives in different parts of his body under his garments; some of them being over his right shoulder, lower left side and right calf. He uses them both as weapons as well as tools.
hunting knife:
The only weapon he'd not think about using unless his other options are either disabled or out of reach. He uses his hunting knife mostly as a tool only.
Daggers/Short blades:
The deadliest . Dyerigo's primary weapons and the ones he used during his service to the Garlean Empire. Convined with his speed, the use of mudras and his exquisite and creative use of the terrain, the twin daggers grants him the abilitie to strike and pull back almost instantly making his defence be also his offence. A barrier of endless cuts will cover him as long as he has his blades at hand.
Greatsword:
Dyerigo never favored the use of swords at all. Yet, during his travels around the realm, he discovered that, using an object to concentrate his mudras, he could deliver a more potent strike in the form of fire, ice or even water around the weapon. He uses the greatword more as a catalist than a sword itself and it's the only weapon he'd be seen without.
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RELATONSHIPS
♥ Family Love | ♥ Romantically Involved | ♥ Romantic Attraction | ♥ Platonic Love | ♥ Physical Attraction | ♦ Friend | $ Business | ♦ Colleague | ✝ Deceased | ● Positive |
✖ Negative | ● Neutral | � Unsure/Hidden Feelings | ☠ Enemy |
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RUMORS
What is known until this day about the Wolf of Andermix... Truths or not. . . ◢ MIGHT BE TRUE. . . - Not really hard to believe. . .
◢ COULD BE A LIE. . . - Weird, strange even, but possible. . .
◢ PROBABLY BEST NOT TO KNOW - Don't ask directly... Ever. . .
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Thruths, lies, exagerations... rumors are rumors. . . ◢ Player Character Rumors - Adventurers, travellers and more...
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GALLERY
ARTWORK
Mental balance begins with a filled stomach… Art by CrimsonSnow
"Chuby" Art by Xeu-Seung
Since the first memories, a wolf must feast on the flesh of its preys. Art by Xeu-Seung
Only the Moon knows the wildest side of her children. Art by Yeraa
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OOC NOTES
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Links Out Links that lead off the wiki, but are relevant to the character.
Potential Plot Hooks While Dygo is the most versatile character I came up with in order to have as less restrictions as possible when Roleplaying with other fellow writers, approaching him might be a difficult task for some. If such is the case, I’d strongly recommend:
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