Abeodan Silverbrand
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| Abeodan Silverbrand | |
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| Gender | Male |
| Race | Hyur |
| Clan | Midlander |
| Citizenship | Thanlan |
| Age | 19 |
| Marital Status | Single |
| Occupation | Botanist |
| Height/Weight | 5' 6" / 142 lbs |
| Diety | Nophica |
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Basic Info
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Appearance & Personality
- Abeodan isn't among the smallest or the most frail of the Hyur. Sure, there could be volumes written on how the child could afford to grow a few inches. And sure, on a good day he can weave through a crowd with all the lithely aptitude of a Noscean cat. But the latter mainly stems from his own pugilist's training, his frame a definite remnant of that. And the former, he hopes, is still fixable in time. Boys don't stop growing just because they're at the end of their teens, right?
- Born with dark hair and light, browning eyes, Abeodan kept the second and then took to coloring his head with every assortment of rainment dyes he could cobble together from his garden. For a long time the weeks and days were filled with variations of shocks of color split through his hair, from orange to blue to amethyst as he seemed incapable of making up his mind. Now, though, it seems to've rested on a pale pink, a color he mirrors in at least an accent of most of his clothes. Every span or so, there might be a change. A week of violet or a few days of gold. But those never quite last, anymore, and they're as far and few between as getting a gigantoad to smile. He resembles his mother most, in facial features, but retains his father's midlander blood in both both his height and the late man's paler skin tone, both made more prominent than they should've been by the presence of crippling illnesses at an early age while growing up in Little Ala Mhigo.
- Abeodan isn't unfriendly, per se, but he doesn't really land on the 'nice' scale. He's your marksman's target for the world's unruly teen, moving out of his teen years and toward the persona of every other rebel delinquent. Excitable, confident, and quick to offend, Abbie isn't looking to reform a country or start a war, but he loves a civilian riot just as much as anyone who is. The kid just wants to be happy and have a good time breaking bottles, and he hasn't quite learned the consequences of it yet. Likewise, he hasn't learned the consequences of a quick mouth and a sharp tongue, either. Clouts over the head have proven to do very little to reform his attitude.
- But outside of Little Ala Mhigo, the majority of people that know Abeodan by name, haven't really seen that side of him. The main reason for that of course is that he hardly leaves his Ul'dahn planting shop, and most of those he sees daily are merely customers. They, by some grace of the divine, only see the half of him dedicated to his plants. While often rude or blunt with his boots kicked up on the front desk, on the days he isn't stationed there it isn't uncommon to see the child swept up in his work in the gardens, tender-handed among the flowers and deaf to the rest of the world. A quiet boy with quiet passions and a green thumb the size of Ul'dah. The flowers are the only place he'll keep quiet. Flowers, anyway, are more important than social rebellion, or revelry.
Biography
- Abeodan was seven when he fell from his mother’s chocobo to the hard Little Ala Mhigan floor and cried for close to two hours. His brother was nine, his father was buried, and his mother was was simply relieved at the first sound her boy had made sinced they’d crossed into Thanlan and its waiting soil. At that time, it had been eight years since Ala Mhigo’s proverbial fall and two since Abeodan had known any home other than the back of his mother’s oversized white bird, clinging to her armors and stolen flowers while the small trio wandered. In search of refuge and a patch of land to call home.
- Little Ala Mhigo, at that time, was a blessing to the boy. He’d spent his first five years with the other children of the resistance - hiding, in the dark, in little shut in corners full of silence and waiting hands and what the parents liked to call ‘thinking games’ to fill their time while Garlean rule filled the rest of the state. Shadows, caverns, and small spaces filled with far too many people were no stranger, to him. So it was there, for a few more years, that he grew. Hidden in the shadows of mother and brother alike, fleeing from the caves to chase cactuar and grow sunburns, watching the other children play from a distance while he sat and clutched at flowerpetals. He was odd, in those ages, but he smiled often the moment all of his teeth had finished growing in.
- It was when he was nine that his brother fell ill and the smiling stopped. His own health went down the drain soon after, and for two years the boys listen in and out of consciousness and remedies on old straw cots. Abbie would sometimes play with the stone he’d been given by one of the Resistance members and revive the ‘thinking games’ of his beginning years. His brother would sometimes find the strength to make up stories. Three years later, Abeodan started regaining health, and getting better. His growth was stunted, and he was sickly and small, but he was able to walk again. It was about two months after Abeodan’s first trip outside the caves again that his brother died, and another three months before he finally started to make friends with the rest of the youth raised underneath the sands.
- When Abbie was thirtheen, he was loud, brattish, and outgoing. He forced himself into friendships and they usually worked, leaving him sprinting around behind troupes of reckless teenagers on a hunt to cause the kind of violent mayhem that angry youth always enjoy. He earned his reputations for trouble, fights, and violence during these years, and he’s done little to refute them ever since. Some would say the titles of ‘thug’ and ‘troublemaker’ are too light hearted.
- For several years Abeodan lived as just another head in a gang of rebel youth until he was seventeen and his mother woke up to find she could no longer stand. It was on her suggestion that he leave to live with his uncle in the Silver Bazaar, and nobody argued. The boy even saw the perks of taking advantage of the chance, quickly taking over his uncle’s botany shop and pouring his time to learn about plants and the markets. He still spawned trouble everywhere he went, but most will say the stay there helped him. At least now, he has plants to take up the majority of his time.
- Now, at nineteen, Abeodan lives in a small store in the Goblet, shared with a Keeper named Ziv’ir and walls bathed in flora. He travels back to Little Ala Mhigo sometimes to visit his sickly mother, and often frequents the markets of cities stocked throughout Thanlan and the Shroud. But he’s never gone longer than two weeks’ time, and word can easily be gotten to the boy through his ‘friends’, or the messengers he hires.
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