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Aiswynd laughed at a joke his cousin made about the Raen tribe as he, and several other Xaela sat around a fire. They were out on the periphery of the camp, the others more central were families and elderly, the young warriors and hunters lived on the edge. This was so if an attack happened, they were already on hand, ready to go and those that could not fight as well were already circled into the center and protected. | Aiswynd laughed at a joke his cousin made about the Raen tribe as he, and several other Xaela sat around a fire. They were out on the periphery of the camp, the others more central were families and elderly, the young warriors and hunters lived on the edge. This was so if an attack happened, they were already on hand, ready to go and those that could not fight as well were already circled into the center and protected. | ||
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"Nice try boy...Find me when you learn how to fight better, it could be fun." | "Nice try boy...Find me when you learn how to fight better, it could be fun." | ||
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Aiswynd woke up some time later amid piles of bodies, his daggers had long since been pilfered and his nose was bloody and felt broken. He was alive however, as were a handful of others who were picking across the battlefield. The camp was ruined, full of charred bodies. One of the other Xaela came over and helped Aiswynd up, told him that they had lost, and were all going to scatter, maybe find new tribes to take them in. Most of the survivors had already left. | Aiswynd woke up some time later amid piles of bodies, his daggers had long since been pilfered and his nose was bloody and felt broken. He was alive however, as were a handful of others who were picking across the battlefield. The camp was ruined, full of charred bodies. One of the other Xaela came over and helped Aiswynd up, told him that they had lost, and were all going to scatter, maybe find new tribes to take them in. Most of the survivors had already left. | ||
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His arrival in Limsa lead him to falling in with the Rogues guild for a short time, and after a violent encounter where he saved a group of Adders from a Garlean scouting party, he ended up being pulled into the fold of the Adders where he was at first a glorified messenger before quickly escalated up to handling more dangerous missions that better fit his talents. | His arrival in Limsa lead him to falling in with the Rogues guild for a short time, and after a violent encounter where he saved a group of Adders from a Garlean scouting party, he ended up being pulled into the fold of the Adders where he was at first a glorified messenger before quickly escalated up to handling more dangerous missions that better fit his talents. | ||
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Aiswynd's steps came to a stop as his breath fogs before him. He adjusts the scarf about his mouth and face, and a sheer cloth to protect his eyes from the cold and brightness of Coerthas. He pulls a map out of his pocket and studies it for a bit, looking up from the map a few times before putting it away and trudging on through the snow. A pack slung across his back filled with missives and some tool resupplyment for a scouting group that was working in Coerthas. | Aiswynd's steps came to a stop as his breath fogs before him. He adjusts the scarf about his mouth and face, and a sheer cloth to protect his eyes from the cold and brightness of Coerthas. He pulls a map out of his pocket and studies it for a bit, looking up from the map a few times before putting it away and trudging on through the snow. A pack slung across his back filled with missives and some tool resupplyment for a scouting group that was working in Coerthas. | ||
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Sometime later, he awakens to the sound of crackling fire and warmth. Heavy blankets are over him and his arm is pinned and splinted, he groans painfully as his vision swims. Someone found him at least. He closes his eyes and sleeps back off into sleep. In his dreams the laughter of the warrior is coming not from the Garlean Warrior, but his father, laughing at some idiosyncrasy of tribal Xaela life. | Sometime later, he awakens to the sound of crackling fire and warmth. Heavy blankets are over him and his arm is pinned and splinted, he groans painfully as his vision swims. Someone found him at least. He closes his eyes and sleeps back off into sleep. In his dreams the laughter of the warrior is coming not from the Garlean Warrior, but his father, laughing at some idiosyncrasy of tribal Xaela life. | ||
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Revision as of 19:44, 3 September 2015
Contents
Demographical / Physical
Character Name: Aiswynd Pyrion Drakareus
Nicknames, if any: Ais, Wynd, Boy
Race & Subgroup: Au Ra Xaela
Gender ID: Male
Age (or human approximate): 32
Nameday: 7th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon (9th of September)
Height: 6'9
Weight: Never weighed
Hair: Short mess of red hair with orange highlights
Eyes: Red with bright orange Limbal rings
Skin: Pale for a Xaela
Fashion Style: Yukata robes and slacks
Other Appearance Details: Has a scent of Cinnamon and Vanilla permanently wafting from him faintly, current has an X slash of paint across his face
Psychological / Mental
Morality / Alignment: Neutral Good
Guardian Deity: Azeyma, the Warden
Attitude: Tends towards being calm and supportive of most people, and curious about Eorzean Society
Positive Traits: Kind, Caring, tendency towards being an intelligent and empathic individual, skilled at showing no outward problems.
Negative Traits: Anger bordering on blind rage regarding Garleans, fear of deep water, may be nearing a mental breakdown due to ongoing events
Quirks: Having grown up in the steppes, one would think he would not be bothered by much, as well as being a lover of fish but, is disgusted by slimy sensations.
In-Character Job: Adder, Freelance Mercenary
Professional Skills: While he worked with the Rogue's guild, his skills were more in agile combat, tracking and hunting than theft. While he may not be able to palm a purse from someone, he is very good at palming a knife into that same person from across the room while diving over a table.
Amateur Skills / Hobbies: He is an amateur culinarian, with a goal of learning all of the fish dishes in the world, as well has having a curious fascination about plants. His biggest interest though are machines, anything mechanical, whether mundane or magitek.
Likes / Wants: Fish, definitely fish, and felines of all types, whether they are Miqo'te, Coeurl, or other. The coeurl thing is a serious problem, there's been a recent explosion of stray healthy Coeurl kittens growing up near Gridania, and he may or may not be responsible. Likes mild food with a faint sweetness.
Dislikes / Avoids: Cat haters, Slimy textures, meats other than fish, he's actually allergic to Coeurl meat, and Chocobo meat tastes foul to him. The rest just sit wrong with him. He also is not fond of the smell of roses.
Family, Friends, & Love
Location of Home, if any: Gridania for now
Place of Birth: The Steppes
Relationship Status: Single
Relationship Partner(s), if any: None
Orientation: Hetero
Favored Traits: Intelligence, the quickest way to catch him is being kind and intelligent, as well as being patient
Disfavored Traits: He greatly dislikes drunkards, braggarts and those who are brash or revel in a lack of knowledge.
Living Relatives: Aimbygai Quo Avagnar (Father) and Khoswynd Eir Avagnar (Mother)
Friends / Allies: Yujika Shojin, The Celestial Guard
Rivals / Enemies: Garlean Empire
History
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