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The next morning he was jostled awake by an Elezan, "Wake up Newbie, time to see if you can even figure out which end of a gun to aim down." | The next morning he was jostled awake by an Elezan, "Wake up Newbie, time to see if you can even figure out which end of a gun to aim down." | ||
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+ | It was dark, a deep oppressive gloom that hung heavy in the air, weighing down upon the body and soul. Add to the darkness was the water, thick and warm, it felt as if it clung to his legs with every step. Through this water, through this darkness he ran, splashing through at a desperate pace for behind him he could feel it, he knew it, a warrior in bone armor walked after him with an axe made from a skull. In the distance there was a reddish glow, to this glow he ran, stumbling and coughing as the fouled water entered his mouth. | ||
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+ | He couldn't risk stopping though, the warrior came ever closer with each step. He climbs back to his feet and continues to, the glow grows brighter and brighter, closer and closer. Soon within the glow a lone peak starts to appear, and as he gets closer, it looks like a giant mottled white spire stretching into the sky. The horror of it sets in as he comes close. The mountain is nothing more than a pile of skulls, the glow coming from the depths of their empty sockets. The water was blood, thick, congealing, clinging to him still as he moved. | ||
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+ | He couldn't risk stopping, the terror of that which stalked him override the horror of the mountain and he began to climb it frantically, hoping to reach safety if he could get far enough up it. As he climbed the skulls gnashed their teeth at him, biting him every chance they got, tearing small pieces of him away with each. He makes it half way before his body gives out, torn and battered, he tumbles down the mountain and splashes at the bottom. | ||
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+ | From the darkness the warrior clad in pure white bone steps, his movements methodical. A sinister grin can be seen beneath his helmet as he steps up to him. The Warrior hefts the axe and swings down for his skull. | ||
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+ | Aiswynd bolts awake, his bed soaked with the sweat of his nightmare. He lurches out of bed and stumbles across the room to the chamberpot. After losing the remnants of his dinner from the night before, he lies there on the floor half curled into the fetal position and crying, "Why....why can't they just...stop...every night....every night the mountain grows..." | ||
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+ | For a time he lies there before he rolls onto his back and looks at the morning light filtering in through the window. He climbs to his feet and rinses the sweat off of himself from the fountain in the corner of the room before dressing himself. He slings his rifle across his back and aether amp at his hip. As he reaches for the door his link pearl pings him. | ||
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+ | He reaches up to touch it and nods his head, "On my way..." he sighs and shakes his head, "Too few of us Machinists...and if I leave him to die..." he shakes his head and sighs, "It's the right thing to do Aiswynd, don't start thinking like that, don't become like the garleans." he pulls the door open and steps out of the inn and heads down the path from the inn to the Black Shroud. | ||
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+ | A whistle outside the gates and a Rhotano blue chocobo comes charging in through the trees. However, he doesn't quite clear a small log and comes crashing down, sliding through the dirt to come to a stop a few feet from Aiswynd who gives out a deep sigh. Aiswynd helps his chocobo back up before dusting it off, "You really need to learn to...do...everything...better." he pats his chocobo before climbing up into the saddle, Kraw kraw! it lets out before it starts running. Aiswynd just shakes his head, "At least you didn't choke on your tongue that time." | ||
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+ | Within a few minutes of running through the shroud, he could see signs of what he had been told had become a running battle against some Garleans and a fellow Machinist from Skysteel. He could hear it all as he approached, the magic, the gun fire. He grunts a bit as he draws his rifle and loads a cartridge in, as soon as the Garleans come into view he lets go with a couple quick shots to draw their attention. It succeeds, and Clarence, the Chocobo, bucks his rider as a blast of fire gets too close and tears off at a breakneck speed into the forest. Aiswynd tumbles and comes to his feet, "Seriously Clarence!?" he stands and looks at the group of Garleans squaring off at him. He ejects the cartridge and loads a new one, a sinister grin creeping across his face, "I need to shed some Garlean blood." | ||
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+ | A lone Machinist is ducked down behind a rock, he heard a charging chocobo, and gunfire as well as magic. There was a brief moment of silence and the Machinist creeps along the rocks to take a peek, loading a new cartridge just in case. His eyes widen as he espies a fiery red haired Au Ra squaring off against the Garleans. It was a quick skirmish, the Au Ra starts running in an attempt to circle around the Garleans, this throws off his aim but he still manages to hit the one with a sword in the leg, the man stumbling to the ground as a result. A few shots traded as he moves from behind one tree to another with a pair of black mages before he fires off a spray that wards the Black mages and causes them to hesitate a moment. Then the Au Ra sprints between them before launching himself over the rocks the Machinist was hiding behind. | ||
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+ | The Au Ra grins at him, "This is quite the mess, all good, I was wanting to take on some Garleans." as if timed perfectly a gout of fire bursts up from the other side of the rocks. The Au Ra pulls a pair of disks from the Aether Amp and throws it grenade style, "Shut up with your spells!" the au ra shouts. The Disk bounces off the head of the casting black mage, stunning him for a moment before deploying a bishop. The two black mages wince and cry out from the electrocution that results. The Swordsmand scrambles back to his feet finally and charges the rock cover. | ||
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+ | The Au Ra ejects his cartridge and loads a new one with non-standard rounds. He grins and begins fire, the charging swordsman crashes into the ground, no longer moving after the third round hits him cleanly. The two black mages recover and both begin to chant again. Aiswynd launchings a Grenado shot, however his aim is off and it explodes at the base of a tree, causing it to topple over, crushing his Bishop turret. A blast of ice slams into the Au Ra, knocking him back. The second Black mage though reels as he holds the side of his head, his spell cancelled. | ||
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+ | The Machinist takes this opportunity to unload his cartridge on the black mage that wasn't silenced from a head graze. The Au Ra was swiftly back to his feet, charging over the rocks. The black mage started to cast again only to take a hard shot to the chest, stunning him. The Au Ra got close and fired a blank shot, launching the mage backward, causing him to impact against a tree that was barely a yalm behind him, the force cracking his back and causing him to crumple to the ground. The Au Ra stepped up to the Black mage and with one last shot through the chest, ended his life. | ||
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+ | The Machinist clambers over the rocks and crosses the carnage, stopping when suddenly there was a rifle pointed at his head, the Au Ra was still staring at the dead Garlean, "...More blood...not...not enough...will it ever be enough..." he chuckles a little bit and shakes his head, appearing to regain his sense of self. The rifle is holstered and the Au Ra looks to the Machinist, "Stephanivien sent me to back you up...Lead me to the garlean camp, we'll clear them out..." the Au Ra smiles warmly at the Machinist, "Don't worry, we can get this done." | ||
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Revision as of 21:03, 22 October 2015
Contents
Appearance & Personality
He is short for an Au Ra male, however this does not change the fact that he is solid with an athletic build. While his face has little marring upon it, his body does show signs of extensive conflict, however few of the scars are noticeable upon a glance, there are a couple that are typically hidden by his clothing. His expressions tend towards being intense and focused when he is idling around. His limbal rings tend to dance like fire when he is intrigued or attracted. People who get physically close will notice that he smells of Cinnamon and Vanilla constantly.
As his time in Eorzea has gone along, this once shy and calm person has come into their own self. While still capable of exuding a deep calm when focused or fighting, other times he tends towards being open emotionally. Odd for a former rogue, he has developed the horrible habit of not being able to hide secrets about himself, but never falters to keep the confidence of his friends and loved ones. Garleans continue to be a hot point, and he still sometimes goes into a battle frenzy regarding them. There is something else burgeoning beneath the frenzy, a calculating, tactical mind that is slowly gaining it's legs, fed by a thirst for knowledge.
He has an obsession with fish and felines, to the point that some people in his tribe used to jokingly call him a Coeurl, and a few people in his tribe believed it had to do with the fact that he was cared for by a Coeurl for a few weeks after the flood. He shows a general distaste towards people that flit from partner to partner, non-fish meats and alcohol. He will in some rare occasions drink, but typically goes for wines or fermented buffalo milk.
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History
Early Life
Aiswynd grew up as part of the Drakareus Tribe, a Tribe of Xaela that were not renown for anything in particular other than the Elders insistence that everyone be well educated for a wandering people. Aside from the occasional clashes with other tribes, life for Aiswynd was peaceful as a young child and he made friends easily. It was not long before things began to go sour in his life. He was barely the human equivalent of 8 when a river flood while gathering food along the banks swept him and his parents away. The tribe had given up on him and his family, only finding him by chance among a Coeurl den by Scouts of the tribe as the whole tribe migrated down river.
His isolation began there, while the tribe took over raising him, he began to feel disconnected, the only strong connection he had was Koertha, another like him who had lost his parents. The two of them became good friends, brothers even as they grew into adult hood. Koertha learning to be a warrior that fought with nothing but his fists, while Aiswynd took up daggers and aided the tribe as a scout and hunter. Aside from ongoing issues with women in the tribe and the tribes mating traditions, life started to look good until...
Tribal Calamity
Aftermath
Recent Events
Adder Struck
Sagolii Rondo
Letters & Fates
Nightmarish Battles
Warning: Graphical Depictions