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He leaned his head back and groaned, "...The bird's name is Clarence...he's...He's my chocobo..." | He leaned his head back and groaned, "...The bird's name is Clarence...he's...He's my chocobo..." | ||
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+ | The snow in the Western Coerthas Highlands came down in a wind blown sheet of white, but this did not stop a lone figure tromping through it all the same. It was not too much longer before a second figure came into view, a Coeurl kitten bouncing through the snow, butt wiggling in excitement. | ||
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+ | Aiswynd glances back at the Coeurl and laughs, "You are endlessly excited by snow..." he comments, his breath a cloud in the snow. Coe ignores him as she pounces at a snow flake, confused when it can't be found but then jumps at another one. Aiswynd shakes his head and keeps tromping on, "Anyway...somewhere out here the Ishgards said there were others with black horns and scales like me. I wonder if maybe I can get them recruited to help me with my parents...Even as a matter of honor or something." | ||
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+ | He sighs and adjusts the thick coat and nods his head as he keeps tromping along through the snow, coming to a valley depression against the large wall of rocks, providing shelter from the snow. He adjusts the gloves as he looks about, "I don't see anyone...I don't even see signs of some camp...Maybe they moved on?" | ||
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+ | Coe on the other hand went pouncing about before hissing at something a moment, burrowing into the snow. Aiswynd rushes over to Coe and kneels down to reach in and pulls Coe out of the hole she burrowed, "Hey don't get to deep or you'll freeze you little-" With Coe comes a small egg, and the Coeurl chirps happily at him, "What...is this...It's an egg..." | ||
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+ | He rolls the egg around in his hands in confusion before standing up and stowing it away in his coat carefully, "It's hard as a rock too..." he looks into the hole that the egg was found and pales. He kneels down and quickly starts clearing snow away, revealing at first a hand that was cluctching the egg, and the rest. | ||
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+ | A few hours of work later and what probably was a whole tribe, and the buried and burned remnants are uncovered. He sits there against the rock face and hangs his head, "...Why....why did anyone need to drag them out and burn them...and burn their homes...Do Ishgardians really hate all things draconic that much..." he looks at Coe who long ago curled upon his lap, "I need to be careful around them...I could probably be next...it...might be better to leave Ishgard as soon as my business is done..." | ||
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+ | He stands after a bit and buries the bodies under a mass cairn before making his way back to Ishgard. A couple days later he sets out to the Arcanist guild in Limsa Lominsa | ||
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+ | Aiswynd sits back from the desk in the Drowning Wrench inn room, the Egg sitting in a cup on the desk. He marks his place in the book he was reading before closing it and snuffing out the candle, "Maybe it's a wyvern...I mean there were theories that some could have trained them but...that's all theory no fact..." he shuffles around and flops down onto the bed, already stripped out of his clothes. Coe grumbles and hops off the bed to stretch and find a new place to cuddle up. | ||
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+ | There was an uttered sigh, "I shouldn't...I should sleep but..." he reaches up and taps the pearl at his ear, "Hey Kasumi? How have you been? Yea I know it's been awhile...I'm sorry." he rolls over onto his back and nestles into the blankets, "No nothing, I just wanted to talk to you." he smiles as he lays there. He is so enthralled that he doesn't notice the cracking sound. | ||
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+ | There was a sudden weight on his chest, "Hold on Kasumi I-" a draconic face comes into view, "EUAGH!" he jumps out of bed and has his rifle aimed, "I-I'm okay...uh...Coe jumped on my crouch claw first...I pearl you in the morning!" The pearl link ends and there is suddenly a leathery bird like shape perched on the rifle barrel. He sighs and pulls it close, "You are a strange thing...Guess I'll call you Vern...Vern sounds good to me." The Wyvern yawns and blasts Aiswynd in the face with a small gout of flames. | ||
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Revision as of 20:02, 28 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
Side Stories
Gaining a Menagerie: Clarence the Chocobo
Gaining a Menagerie: Vern the Wyvern