Erimmont Chevalier
 Erimmont Chevalier
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| Gender | Male |
| Race | Elezen |
| Clan | Wildwood |
| Citizenship | Gridania |
| Age | 32 |
| Class | Bard |
| Relatives | Deceased |
| Relationship Status | Available |
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General Overview
Appearance: Tall with Sun-kissed skin, dazzling blue eyes and a thick head of black hair all add to the enchanting visage that is Monty. Paired with a well-kept goatee and twin scars upon his cheeks, he's a rugged version of manly perfection. Scars: Diagonal across both cheeks, inflicted by a curved blade.
Personality: Incredibly relaxed at the worst of times, Monty tends to be relatively easy to get along with. Though often he tends to have a flair for the dramatic, he does know there's serious moments to be had and adjusts as required. Open-minded, the man has no issue with adjusting his behavior to better suit those whom find trouble fitting in with most others. Monty can be found with his eyes over one of the novels within his collection regardless of place or time. Waiting for prey to happen by? Sitting in a crowded bar? No better time to bring out the saucy text!
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Biography
T'was a fine day, the twenty-third of the Third Umbral Moon when Erimmont Chevalier took his very first breath of air into his lungs. Yes, the boy had lucked out that day as he found himself born to the father whom served as a wealthy and respected adventurer along with his mother... whom, sadly, did not make it through the strain of his birth. Though let it not be sad the woman died in agony. Upon seeing the fruits of her labor, the dear woman laid herself to rest with a smile on her face, knowing her time had come.
The father did all he could for little Monty. Taught him the finer arts of archery and the joys of the arts when he was still young. The only mistake he made, of course, was allowing him to search through his mother's old collection of novels where he stumbled upon the first of what was to be many saucy texts read by the man: "The Passionate Seas", the tale of a vicious and rugged pirate by the name of Captain Wood and how he sailed the seas, stealing away a rich man's bride... only to find himself longing for her as she stole away his heart and found herself ravaged by more than just his charm.
Such a tale began his addiction to such novels. Most of his time was spent indulging in the guilty pleasure. Every so often, his father would call upon him to aid in a little adventure or two. It wasn't until Monty had reached the age of twenty that things took a turn for the worst. The task was a simple one. Get an unmarked package from point A to point B. Nothing out of the ordinary, of course. Many saw adventurers as a means to get their 'goods' where they needed to go. This task, however, was seen to be a set-up of sorts. As father and son walked the path, they soon found their way blocked by what looked to be a crew of bandits. Not uncommon.. until they found both sides surrounded. Before they could turn to flee, an arrow found the heart of his father, dropping the man who's last moment was spent reaching out towards his son. The last words exchanged were few: "Run, boy! Run!"
Run he did, winding his way through the path, taking detours and covering his trail as his father had taught him. Even as tears found themselves falling from his eyes, the boy never stopped until he reached home. The funeral went as planned. The body of the man had been gathered from the roadside. A small blessing through the tragedy. As they spoke the rites to lay him to rest, a hand touched upon Monty's shoulder. A woman of such alluring beauty and charm that there was little he could do to resist her. His heart lay open and vulnerable as she took it into her hands to nurse his inner wounds. Though his love for her was swift, drawing him towards marriage was a far bigger task.
It was five years after the passing of his father that he finally agreed to it. The wedding was to be a grand one indeed. Though his family was well respected for their efforts to aid those in need, they were also well known for the amount of wealth they had brought together through their success. Monty stood before the hidden vault that held their riches, a budget in hand as he drew out the required coin when his world suddenly turned very, very dark.
There was a dull ache at the back of his skull when next he awoke in a chair. Twisting his wrists, he found them bound firmly behind him. The room itself was poorly lit and only one figure could be seen amongst the many he could hear. The figure stood hooded and shrouded in a garb that he had only seen once... and it was enough to tell him how very foolish he'd been. As the hood fell, the face of his bride-to-be stood smirking over him with a blade in hand. While he mentally prepared himself for the worst to come, he instead found himself being lectured.
Lectured for how much of a fool he was. How difficult it had been to finally get him to open that vault after years and years of prodding. Before he could react, he found that blade she held strike him once across each cheek, deep enough to leave a horrid scar on both. The one on the left was to remind him of this day and how his own stupidity had doomed him to the life he was about to lead. The one on the right was to remind him never to waste the time of his betters. As the vault was left empty and the rest of them shuffled out, the woman leaned down to whisper one last thing into his ear. "The pleasure of killing your father was all mine, lover."
His world went black once more and it was to the sounds of a carriage in motion that he awoke. Darkness had long since fallen over the road. The man drawing the carriage gave a short and crude laugh before informing the man of what was to become of him. They couldn't have him go spouting shite about the death of his father or his betrayal by the woman's hands. No. Erimmont Chevalier was to be made into a slave. The news was unsurprising at this point. Given the shock of all the recent and dark events, the man couldn't bring his heart to care much more.
Still, he wasn't about to give anyone the satisfaction of having their plan go without a hitch. Catching the ropes that bound him upon a thick shard of wood that had been pulled free by one of their past charges, he cut free and slipped out of the back. Left nude and without much in the way of weapon, he had but one choice. His father's words rang within his head once more as he took to the darkness and made his escape. Once more, he covered his tracks and made use of all the knowledge his father had bestowed upon him until he had found his way home.
There wasn't much to be done when it came to charges. They had already made their way far out of the law's reach. Left without anything to his name save his collection, he began anew. Through the events that had happened and the help of his novels, he realized there was no such thing as love. Love was meant for fairy tales and saucy texts. Reality had no use for it. With that in mind, he allowed his home one final goodbye before taking his leave to live life upon the road.
Present Day
Currently, Erimmont is often found in the company of one Auriaune Fournier. After having discovered her reading one of the many novels he had knowledge of, the two have forged a fast bond. With her by his side, he has joined the Vylbrand Academy in hopes of finding some true calling amongst their ranks.
Information to note
- ■ Asking the man about his past only serves to enforce his 'act'.
- ■ While he may come off as flamboyant, there is no cause for alarm. Under his guise lies a man fierce with passion and a nature some might call feral.
- ■ The bow he holds is that of his father. Any who make the attempt to touch it often find themselves on the sour side of the man.
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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