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− | <div align=justify><div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#444146;font-family:Georgia;">Amalric did not choose | + | <div align=justify><div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#444146;font-family:Georgia;">Amalric did not choose a drifting, mercenary lifestyle. Instead, it chose him, through years of unfortunate circumstance leaving him with little else to rely on beyond his gifts his blood has given him. |
He was born near Ala Mhigo, but most of his memories are of Thanalan with the thousands of other refugees scratching out a meager existence in the arid region. With Ul'dah and its territory flooded with desperate people willing to risk their lives for a pittance, life was hard for him and for his father and elder sister. They had fled from the Garleans, but as time passed, that safety was became a small, diminishing comfort. It was not all terrible times for the young Amalric; there were childhood friends and holidays and other occasions to smile, but it was truly window-dressing for a bleak and uncertain future. | He was born near Ala Mhigo, but most of his memories are of Thanalan with the thousands of other refugees scratching out a meager existence in the arid region. With Ul'dah and its territory flooded with desperate people willing to risk their lives for a pittance, life was hard for him and for his father and elder sister. They had fled from the Garleans, but as time passed, that safety was became a small, diminishing comfort. It was not all terrible times for the young Amalric; there were childhood friends and holidays and other occasions to smile, but it was truly window-dressing for a bleak and uncertain future. | ||
Over time, his father slowly drifted from honest work, into less-honest work, into scarcely any work at all as his health failed him. Amalric's sister's fate was, as it is rumored, just as sad. Neither lives; Amalric has been on his own for a long time now, and he has had to fall back on the things that Highlanders are known for to make his way in the world. He is not one to dwell, but this lack of roots - no homeland, no close family, and a line of work that can take him anywhere - has always made for a man alone, adrift at sea. | Over time, his father slowly drifted from honest work, into less-honest work, into scarcely any work at all as his health failed him. Amalric's sister's fate was, as it is rumored, just as sad. Neither lives; Amalric has been on his own for a long time now, and he has had to fall back on the things that Highlanders are known for to make his way in the world. He is not one to dwell, but this lack of roots - no homeland, no close family, and a line of work that can take him anywhere - has always made for a man alone, adrift at sea. | ||
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<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#26212B;font-family:Georgia;">As Highlanders go, Amalric is a typical example of his people, with darkened skin, a strong build, and a habit of shaving away his eyebrows. His flesh is marred with scars from wounds both old and recent, indicative of the hard life he has lived. Portions of his back are especially scarred from burns, but he isn't keen to talk about the cause of it. He sometimes gets self-conscious when shirtless due to them, but the roughness of clothing against the sensitive, rough scarring is sometimes enough to make him just put up with prying eyes. | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#26212B;font-family:Georgia;">As Highlanders go, Amalric is a typical example of his people, with darkened skin, a strong build, and a habit of shaving away his eyebrows. His flesh is marred with scars from wounds both old and recent, indicative of the hard life he has lived. Portions of his back are especially scarred from burns, but he isn't keen to talk about the cause of it. He sometimes gets self-conscious when shirtless due to them, but the roughness of clothing against the sensitive, rough scarring is sometimes enough to make him just put up with prying eyes. | ||
− | Lightly armored but always armed, Amalric is usually dressed in something bland if you're seeing him in daylight. Sometimes it helps to blend in - as much as a Highlander can in some places, anyway. If he's wearing much color at all, expect it to be green. When in social situations, he's likely to wear something that exposes his muscled arms, which he contends is his best feature. In battle, he values function over form, eschewing any sense of fashion if wearing something else would be more practical. This usually means a lot of leather for maximum mobility. | + | Lightly armored but always armed, Amalric is usually dressed in something bland if you're seeing him in daylight. Sometimes it helps to blend in - as much as a Highlander can in some places, anyway. If he's wearing much color at all, expect it to be green. When in social situations, he's likely to wear something that exposes his muscled arms, which he contends is his best feature, though the influence of his fellow Host Club employees is slowly pushing him to be more fashionable. In battle, though, he values function over form, eschewing any sense of fashion if wearing something else would be more practical. This usually means a lot of leather for maximum mobility. |
− | As for weapons, he favors a polearm when working, but is also capable enough with hand-to-hand or daggers, if the occasion calls for it. In all cases, the weapons lack much ornamentation and the spear in particular looks to be rather old, though cared-for. </div> | + | As for weapons, he favors a polearm when working, but is also capable enough with hand-to-hand or daggers, if the occasion calls for it. In all cases, the martial weapons lack much ornamentation and the spear in particular looks to be rather old, though cared-for. Recently, he has added a beautiful wand to his personal armory; it was a gift, and while he is hardly a mage of any note yet, he seems fond of it.</div> |
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− | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#444146;font-family:Georgia;"><center>'''[http://farbeyondmycapacity.blogspot.com/2011/05/character-diamonds.html Character Diamond]: Practical, Opportunistic, Myopic, | + | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#444146;font-family:Georgia;"><center>'''[http://farbeyondmycapacity.blogspot.com/2011/05/character-diamonds.html Character Diamond]: Practical, Opportunistic, Myopic, Passionate'''</center> |
− | Amalric | + | Amalric can be an exceedingly focused man at his core: he often lives to survive, with anything beyond that basic necessity taking a backseat in his priorities. This attitude is a result of living with constant scarcity as a child and even as a soldier of fortune. He rarely turns down a free meal or bed, and while he's as fair and forthright as he can afford to be with those he sees as equals, he can be aloof, cagey, and even confrontational for no good reason around those he perceives as having power or authority. He generally eschews religious or political attitudes; at the end of the day, he feels that holding strong ideals can only get in the way of doing what needs to be done to make it to tomorrow. |
− | He's not without a moral center, and he does feel remorse, guilt, and/or shame when the occasion calls for it, such as when the job he takes means he's going to shaking down someone that might not deserve it or even have the means to fight back. Mercenaries are just as often hired by those with ill intentions as good ones, after all, but a mercenary with too many ethical objections is a mercenary that goes hungry, so he | + | He's not without a moral center, and he does feel remorse, guilt, and/or shame when the occasion calls for it, such as when the job he takes means he's going to shaking down someone that might not deserve it or even have the means to fight back. Mercenaries are just as often hired by those with ill intentions as good ones, after all, but a mercenary with too many ethical objections is a mercenary that goes hungry, so in the past, he has tried to set aside his objections and remind himself of the necessity. Despite his insistence that he holds nothing sacred, though, he does hold a few standards: he will not betray a real friend, kill a child, or do any job that would benefit a slave trade, against whom he holds strong grudge. |
− | + | When his basic necessities and life situations are more secure, though, there are other traits that do emerge. His selfishness tends to melt away into a more protective and nurturing personality that is willing to place the needs and happiness of those around him into that place of focus that he would normally hold his own well-being. Also at odds with his basic persona, he harbors a very romantic streak behind the surface-level flirtatious sensuality he displays publicly, and when in love, will love in a deep and reckless manner than can even run counter to his own sense of self-preservation. | |
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Foods'''. A good meat stew and a glass of mulled wine would make his night.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Foods'''. A good meat stew and a glass of mulled wine would make his night.</font></div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Color'''. Green, mostly. Sometimes yellow if he's feeling really, really colorful.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Color'''. Green, mostly. Sometimes yellow if he's feeling really, really colorful.</font></div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Beauty'''. He has a wandering eye for lovely, and it's easy to catch him offering compliments for the mere sake of watching someone blush.</font></div> | ||
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Gridanians'''. He doesn't hate them or anything, but their smug elemental nonsense rubs him all the wrong ways.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Gridanians'''. He doesn't hate them or anything, but their smug elemental nonsense rubs him all the wrong ways.</font></div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Teetotalers'''. If you don't want to drink, that's fine, but telling him not to drink? That'll just earn you his ire.</font></div> | ||
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #000000;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''H O B B I E S'''</center></div></span></h3> | <div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #000000;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''H O B B I E S'''</center></div></span></h3> | ||
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#000000;">''' | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#000000;">'''Manual Labor'''. Most people would find this to be 'work', but for Amalric, keeping his hands busy with a task like construction or mining or even hunting is time well-spent, and he is always proud to have something to show for his efforts.</font></div> |
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Self-Indulgences'''. | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Self-Indulgences'''. Alcohol is the biggest vice, but he's been known to shop for just about anything if there's gil burning a hole in his pocket.</font></div> |
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Pets'''. A gift from Yhah, the little turtle is, bit by bit, getting much bigger...</font></div> | ||
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<div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #000000;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''W E A K N E S S E S'''</center></div></span></h3> | <div style="padding:10px 35px; background: #000000;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''W E A K N E S S E S'''</center></div></span></h3> | ||
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Uneducated'''. He can read and do simple arithmetic... and that's about it. While he's not stupid, he certainly | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Uneducated'''. He can read and do simple arithmetic... and that's about it. While he's not stupid, he certainly doesn't show much intellectual curiosity on a lot of things. Topics such as history or philosophy will often fly right on over his head as he fails to realize their importance.</font></div> |
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Rash'''. There's two things about a general lack of forethought. The good thing is, he never misses out on a good opportunity. The bad thing is, he never misses out on a bad one, either.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Rash'''. There's two things about a general lack of forethought. The good thing is, he never misses out on a good opportunity. The bad thing is, he never misses out on a bad one, either.</font></div> | ||
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Money'''. Unsurprisingly, he's more interested in eating and sleeping comfortably than just about anything.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Money'''. Unsurprisingly, he's more interested in eating and sleeping comfortably than just about anything.</font></div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Challenge'''. When he has the latitude to do so, expect him to be seeking out something interesting or someone to butt heads with. He likes to test his limits.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Challenge'''. When he has the latitude to do so, expect him to be seeking out something interesting or someone to butt heads with. He likes to test his limits.</font></div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Sentiment'''. Heavens help the one that tries to get between him and his loved ones.</font></div> | ||
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Sassur,</b> <i>father</i> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Sassur Farstrike,</b> <i>father</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#000000;" |
size="2">✝</font><b>)</b></div> | size="2">✝</font><b>)</b></div> | ||
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Merethe Farstrike,</b> <i>mother</i> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Merethe Farstrike,</b> <i>mother</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#000000;"size="2">✝</font><b>)</b></div> |
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| <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"I sometimes remember her in my dreams."</i></div> | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"I sometimes remember her in my dreams."</i></div> | ||
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Kemma,</b> <i>older sister</i> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Kemma,</b> <i>older sister</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#000000;"size="2">✝</font><b>)</b></div> |
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| <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"I hope that she rests easy now."</i></div> | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"I hope that she rests easy now."</i></div> | ||
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Ethla Defiant,</b> <i>aunt</i> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Ethla Defiant,</b> <i>aunt</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="2">●</font><b>)</b></div> |
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| <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"That busybody needs to leave well enough alone."</i></div> | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"That busybody needs to leave well enough alone."</i></div> | ||
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">Aunt Ethla is Amalric's closest living relative. Also a refugee in Thanalan, she checks in on Amalric from time to time, much to his chagrin.</div> | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">Aunt Ethla is Amalric's closest living relative. Also a refugee in Thanalan, she checks in on Amalric from time to time, much to his chagrin. The woman is in poor health, but she never misses an opportunity to preach about the virtues of resisting the Garleans.</div> |
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Ilsabet Wildshot,</b> <i>cousin</i> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Ilsabet Wildshot,</b> <i>cousin</i> <b>(</b><font |
style="color:#4c4cff;" size="2">♥</font><b>)</b></div> | style="color:#4c4cff;" size="2">♥</font><b>)</b></div> | ||
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| <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"I hope she hasn't had any 'accidents' lately..."</i></div> | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"I hope she hasn't had any 'accidents' lately..."</i></div> | ||
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">Daughter of Ethla, Ilsabet is a promising thaumaturge. True to her adopted surname, however, she wasn't always as precise with her aim as she is today. She is close to Amalric's age and the two grew up together.</div> | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">Daughter of Ethla, Ilsabet is a promising thaumaturge. True to her adopted surname, however, she wasn't always as precise with her aim as she is today. She is close to Amalric's age and the two grew up together. Unlike her cousin, though, Ilsabet is a supporter of the resistance.</div> |
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Cynelith / "Tullia",</b> <i> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Cynelith / "Tullia",</b> <i>Revolutionary</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#000000;"size="2">✝</font><b>)</b></div> |
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| <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"I will never forget her. Never."</i></div> | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"I will never forget her. Never."</i></div> | ||
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">As a youth, Cynelith made a living out of conning wealthy visitors to Ul'dah out of their gil, a skill she taught well to the other Foundlings. She and Amalric were particularly close, and his younger self was devastated when she disappeared without a trace. Years later, he heard from her out of the blue and they struck up a frequent correspondence. Sadly, this had come to a sudden end at her death - an event in which Amalric holds no small part of responsibility. He is | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">As a youth, Cynelith made a living out of conning wealthy visitors to Ul'dah out of their gil, a skill she taught well to the other Foundlings. She and Amalric were particularly close, and his younger self was devastated when she disappeared without a trace. Years later, he heard from her out of the blue and they struck up a frequent correspondence. Sadly, this had come to a sudden end at her death - an event in which Amalric holds no small part of responsibility. He misses her terribly, and when alone, has been known to talk to 'her', hoping somehow she might hear him.</div> |
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+ | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>J'loh Tia,</b> <i>Blue-Eyed Dilemma</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#F02311;" size="2">♥</font><b>)</b></div> | ||
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+ | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Why do I always feel like torn between kissing him and tossing him off the nearest high balcony?"</i></div> | ||
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+ | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">In a moon not so long ago, J'loh was just this troublemaker that seemed to have a way of showing up just in time to throw sassy commentary at whatever situation was churning around the estate. As of late, though, another dimension has developed between Amalric and the miqo'te, as their frequent ribbing has moved from clever jabs to thinly veiled flirtation. J'loh's exact wants, as with most things involving the dodgy thief, have been difficult for Amalric to get nailed down, and as of late, he could probably spend all night dispelling J'loh's all-too quickly drawn conclusions about Amalric's interests and heart, too. How does one build a relationship between two people when neither believe they are deserving of one?</div> | ||
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+ | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Nihka Mioni,</b> <i>Matron Miqo'te</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#000000;" size="2">♥</font><b>)</b></div> | ||
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+ | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Her presence makes the whole estate brighter."</i></div> | ||
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+ | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">Nihka's welcoming attitude and kindly demeanor have been no small influence on how Amalric feels about the Rendezvous and its residents. For her part, she seems to believe him a far better man than he actually is - something that both embarrasses him, and makes him want to try to live up to the expectation. He finds her quite beautiful, almost untouchable in poise and kindness, which has kept him from trying to become closer, though he is quite fond of her.</div> | ||
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Saldgeim Wynsathwyn,</b> <i> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Saldgeim Wynsathwyn,</b> <i>Nascent Predator</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#F02311;" size="2">♥</font><b>)</b></div> |
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| <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Doesn't act her age. Not even close."</i></div> | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Doesn't act her age. Not even close."</i></div> | ||
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">The two of them are, in some ways, both fish far out of water amongst the opulence of life at the Host Club, a theme that has caused them to clash and bond at a faster rate than one would expect two strangers to do. They've handled this in quite different ways, but all the same, they lean on each other constantly to get through the emotional gauntlet that comes with becoming a Star.</div> | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">The two of them are, in some ways, both fish far out of water amongst the opulence of life at the Host Club, a theme that has caused them to clash and bond at a faster rate than one would expect two strangers to do. They've handled this in quite different ways, but all the same, they lean on each other constantly to get through the emotional gauntlet that comes with becoming a Star. The two have a friends-with-benefits kind of arrangement that seems to ebb and flow depending on how stressful life is.</div> |
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Sehki,</b> <i>Cheerful Cub</i> <b>(</b><font |
style="color:#4c4cff;" size="2">♥</font><b>)</b></div> | style="color:#4c4cff;" size="2">♥</font><b>)</b></div> | ||
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>" | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"If I'd had a daughter, I'd want her to be like Sehki."</i></div> |
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"> | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">To the unfamiliar, perhaps they are an unlikely pair, but Sehki, Nihka Mioni's young daughter, seems to bring out the best in Amalric, rarely missing an opportunity to play with the little miqo'te. He seems to relish their time together, and on some level, treats her like the child he wishes that he could have if his life had been different. </div> |
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Yhah Dazkar,</b> <i>Speechless Sibling</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font><b>)</b></div> |
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>" | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"She makes me worry more than I want to."</i></div> |
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"> | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">How does a character that can't speak well and a character that can't read well make fast friends? Such is the impressive charm of Yhah, who has the skill to disarm Amalric's grumpier nature with her playful heart. At times she tends to concern him, as her inability to communicate well sometimes seems to lead to acting out in frustration, but Amalric is convinced she is a good person and tends to forgive this behavior faster than others, and probably faster than he should. </div> |
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>D'ranmaia Shenn,</b> <i> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Anstarra Silverain,</b> <i>Sensuality Personified</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#000000;" size="2">♥</font><b>)</b></div> |
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+ | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Is it just about the bedroom, or..."</i></div> | ||
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+ | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">The two only cross paths when someone else is involved, and never of their own volition, but that hasn't stopped them from getting to know each other - at least, in the biblical sense. They seem to know very little about each other, other than that they're very good at making each other feel good. At the moment, that seems to be all there is to it, but whether they become friends or just occasional bedfellows is still up in the air.</div> | ||
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+ | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>D'ranmaia Shenn,</b> <i>Meek Proprietress</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="2">●</font><b>)</b></div> | ||
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| <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Suspiciously far too nice to me."</i></div> | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Suspiciously far too nice to me."</i></div> | ||
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Flora Valerian,</b> <i> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Flora Valerian,</b> <i>Austere Zealot</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="2">●</font><b>)</b></div> |
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>" | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"She reminds me too much of my aunt: one that's lost herself on her way to the fight, but doesn't care, because she's too in love with the battles to come."</i></div> |
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">Flora had the misfortune of having to be the messenger that brought the unwilling Amalric into the Stars. Their relationship has been nothing but contentious ever since, as the two share much in background but have chosen completely different paths and ideologies. He is slowly learning, though, that while they may never seen eye-to-eye, she is ultimately an indispensable ally.</div> | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">Flora had the misfortune of having to be the messenger that brought the unwilling Amalric into the Stars. Their relationship has been nothing but contentious ever since, as the two share much in background but have chosen completely different paths and ideologies. He is slowly learning, though, that while they may never seen eye-to-eye, she is ultimately an indispensable ally, though he finds her thirst for a free Ala Mhigo terribly uncomfortable.</div> |
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Klynestyn Ketteram,</b> <i>Bumbling Altruist</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font><b>)</b></div> |
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>" | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Blink and you'll miss what he's trying to tell you."</i></div> |
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"> | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">Klynestyn seems to a permanent feature of Stars life, usually involved in some endeavor or another to raise morale, be it with bath parties or bartending. The Roegadyn's approachable and easygoing nature obscures a higher calling, though, as Kly has, on more than one occasion, made Amalric stop in his tracks and turn away from a self-destructive action with merely a few words and a smile. It is the rare individual that can disarm Amal's bad habits with grace, and now that Amal's seen that for what it is, he's deeply appreciative - though he's still wary of Kly's unnatural ability to get himself nearly killed in the most unassuming of ways.</div> |
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Khunbish Adarkim,</b> <i>Stubborn Healer</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font><b>)</b></div> |
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>" | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"We wouldn't survive around here without him, but sometimes his wisdom seems... hollow."</i></div> |
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"> | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">Most of Amalric's early interactions with Khunbish come from Amalric's frequent visits to the infirmary, where Khunbish would chide the highlander for his reckless behavior. Amalric has started cleaning up his act, and the two get on well enough to be friendly, though those interactions are often about as deep as a puddle, especially since Khunbish seems immune to Amalric's flirts or charms.</div> |
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Mijah,</b> <i>Joyless Instructor</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="2">●</font><b>)</b></div> |
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>" | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Why does she expect so much out of me?"</i></div> |
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"> | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">Mijah appeared out of almost nowhere to offer herself as Amalric's teacher in conjury. Her background remains a mystery, as do her true motivations, but for now Amalric can only conclude that she must have at least some good intentions, as she has already taught him much while asking for very little in return. </div> |
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Nadegenne,</b> <i>Foundling Betrayer</i> <b>(</b><font |
style="color:#C24640;" size="2">✖</font><b>)</b></div> | style="color:#C24640;" size="2">✖</font><b>)</b></div> | ||
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>" | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Those were both the brightest and darkest days of my life, when Nadegenne ran the Foundlings... I can't believe what she's become, now."</i></div> |
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+ | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">Amalric ran with Nadegenne's gang of misfit youth for about two years before its disbandment, and her fate was unknown until very recently, when she suddenly plucked Amalric off the docks in Limsa and contracted him for a job. That job, he discovered to his horror, was working for the Garleans, and it led to the death of a dear friend. He has since vowed to find Nadegenne and exact justice for her trickery.</div> | ||
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+ | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Yvain Desrosiers,</b> <i>Former Companion</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#000000;" size="2">�</font><b>)</b></div> | ||
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+ | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"He was... a beautiful puzzle that I never could find all the pieces for."</i></div> | ||
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">A | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">A Sharlayan mage, Yvain would likely never have crossed paths with Amalric, given how different they are - except that they were both "stars" at the Host Club. The two warred like fire and ice at first, but their attraction was obvious as they spent increasing amounts of time together. Unfortunately the two couldn't seem to make it work, with their goals and ideals leading them in opposite ways, and when Yvain left the Rendezvous to return to the old world, Amalric found to his distress that many of his memories of the man he once held dear have faded out, as if scrubbed away by some outside influence (perhaps by the mage himself). Echoes of his influence remain, though, as Amalric would never have taken up conjury without Yvain's help, and indeed the wand he carries was given to him by the elezen, though Amalric, sadly, cannot recall that anymore.</div> |
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Khira Lhizahla,</b> <i>Spy?</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="2">●</font><b>)</b></div> |
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>" | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Suspicious, yet polite."</i></div> |
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"> | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">Khira has a way of seeming to show up suddenly whenever the newer stars get together at the estate. While her presence is never disruptive, and she's easy on the eyes, Amalric is increasingly convinced that these are no mere coincidences, and that the new stars are being purposefully and deliberately "watched". Whether the initiative is Khira's, or someone else's, he doesn't yet know. All the same, he's beginning to feel uneasy talking around her, a sentiment that he has not shared with his new-star friends.</div> |
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Li'to Mewrilah,</b> <i>Socialite?</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="2">●</font><b>)</b></div> |
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>" | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Is there anything he doesn't look good in?"</i></div> |
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"> | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">Li'to and Amalric haven't had too many direct conversations, but whenever they do, it seems to turn into light and flirtatious banter, usually held in the middle of one social event or another. In truth, though, he doesn't have a clue what Li'to really does around the estate, other than look uncomfortably attractive for a miqo'te. </div> |
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Naoh'a Aznable,</b> <i>Victim?</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#6b6e72;" size="2">●</font><b>)</b></div> |
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+ | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"I wouldn't wish his fate on anyone."</i></div> | ||
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>" | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">A new arrival to the estate, the impression that Naoh'a has managed to leave on Amalric is a pitiable one. Naoh'a revealed early on that he was enslaved to someone, on top of living as an outcast to his society by being of mixed blood. Amalric's not particularly fond of Naoh'a's personality, but he feels that anyone stuck with curses like these is worthy of at least his sympathy.</div> |
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+ | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Noveh'to Zhoba,</b> <i>Foundling Brigade</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#000000;" size="2">�</font><b>)</b></div> | ||
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+ | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"I wonder what he's up to these days..."</i></div> | ||
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"> | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">A miqo'te of mysterious background, Noveh'to had the quickest hands and smoothest tongue of anyone in the Foundlings. While he and Amalric were never close, Amalric owes him his life for getting them all out of sticky situations. He disappeared after the dissolution of the gang.</div> |
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+ | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Sasamuni Kapamuni,</b> <i>Smuggler</i> <b>(</b><font | ||
+ | style="color:#C24640;" size="2">✖</font><b>)</b></div> | ||
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+ | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"If I ever see him again, I'll kill him."</i></div> | ||
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+ | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">A shadowy merchant with whom the Foundlings used to work. It is highly suspected that Sasamuni was the one that set up the Foundlings in order to save his own skin with the authorities. Afterward, he left Ul'dah and Amalric has not seen him since. As of late, Amalric has begun to doubt what he believed was the truth about the betrayal.</div> | ||
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+ | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Thundering Word,</b> <i>Foundling Brigade</i> <b>(</b><font style="color:#000000;" size="2">�</font><b>)</b></div> | ||
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+ | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"He frightened me, but it frightened me more when he was caught."</i></div> | ||
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+ | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">A serious-minded Hellsguard with incredible magical talent, Amalric often was accompanied by Thundering Word on Foundling jobs. He was caught by the authorities and sentenced to the oubliette. His fate is unknown.</div> | ||
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<div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #000000; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><b>◢ Player Character Rumors -</b> ''Some of these are more rare than others!''</div> | <div style="padding:10px 25px; background: #000000; color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><b>◢ Player Character Rumors -</b> ''Some of these are more rare than others!''</div> | ||
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> " | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "A good man. Even if he will not believe it." — ''Yvain Desrosiers''. </div> |
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+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "[Very gentle and kind. He's just scared, and needs people to cook him a home made meal every now and then.]" — ''[[Yhah Dazkar]]''. </div> | ||
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+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "Beneath the dark skin and muscle beats a kind heart, bound by chains of fear and pain. The fact that it beats on is proof enough of his strength." — ''[[Saldgeim Wyznsathwyn]]''. </div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "Rumor." — ''Rumormonger''. </div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "Rumor." — ''Rumormonger''. </div> | ||
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spacing:0.2em;"><center>Short Stories</center></div></span></h3> | spacing:0.2em;"><center>Short Stories</center></div></span></h3> | ||
+ | <div align=justify><div style="padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;">'''Foundations'''</div></div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■ [http://hostingstars.shivtr.com/forum_threads/2603531?post=12984404#forum_post_12984404 A Purse of Gil]</font> - Amalric learns Kemma's fate (~15 years ago, as seen through Star dreams)</div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■ [http://hostingstars.shivtr.com/forum_threads/2610590?post=13010577#forum_post_13010577 Blessings]</font> - A memory of the Foundlings (~14 years ago, as seen through Star dreams)</div> | ||
− | + | <div align=justify><div style="padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;">'''Legacy of the Foundlings'''</div></div> | |
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■ [http://hostingstars.shivtr.com/forum_threads/2606813?post=12996326#forum_post_12996326 Unfinished Business]</font> - The leader of the Foundlings re-emerges from hiding (present day)</div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■ [http://hostingstars.shivtr.com/forum_threads/2606813?post=12996326#forum_post_12996326 Unfinished Business]</font> - The leader of the Foundlings re-emerges from hiding (present day)</div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■ [http://hostingstars.shivtr.com/forum_threads/2608149?post=13001398#forum_post_13001398 And It Hurts With Every Heartbeat]</font> - From lovesick youth to disillusioned adult (~13 through ~2 years ago, as seen through Star dreams)<div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■ [http://hostingstars.shivtr.com/forum_threads/2608149?post=13001398#forum_post_13001398 And It Hurts With Every Heartbeat]</font> - From lovesick youth to disillusioned adult (~13 through ~2 years ago, as seen through Star dreams)<div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■ [http://hostingstars.shivtr.com/forum_threads/2608758?post=13003870#forum_post_13003870 Trapped in Time]</font> - Letters back and forth from Cynelith (present day)<div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■ [http://hostingstars.shivtr.com/forum_threads/2608758?post=13003870#forum_post_13003870 Trapped in Time]</font> - Letters back and forth from Cynelith (present day)<div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■ [http://hostingstars.shivtr.com/forum_threads/2612644?post=13018760#forum_post_13018760 Choices]</font> - discovering Nadegenne's betrayal (present day)<div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■ [http://hostingstars.shivtr.com/forum_threads/2612803?post=13019258#forum_post_13019258 Mission Complete]</font> - the death of Cynelith (present day, as seen through Star dreams)<div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■ [http://hostingstars.shivtr.com/forum_threads/2620892?post=13049799#forum_post_13049799 Constellations]</font> - memory of Cynelith (~13 years ago, as seen through Star dreams)<div> | ||
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+ | <div align=justify><div style="padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;">'''A Road Untraveled'''</div></div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■ [http://hostingstars.shivtr.com/forum_threads/2614817?post=13027103#forum_post_13027103 The Tiny Tempest]</font> - the first steps of a conjurer (present day)<div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■ [http://hostingstars.shivtr.com/forum_threads/2616833?post=13034930#forum_post_13034930 The Self-Judged Man]</font> - ongoing character "diary"<div> | ||
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− | <div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">The information in this profile is intended to be within the realm of reasonable possibility in a Final Fantasy title and without major contradictions in known XIV lore | + | <div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">The information in this profile is intended to be within the realm of reasonable possibility in a Final Fantasy title and without major contradictions in known XIV lore. If you find any of this information to be incorrect, please do not hesitate to let me know, as I strive to be lore-compatible, and wish to be up-front with any elements that might not be acceptable to stricter lore adherents.</div></div> |
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<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">Things that are happening to Amalric right now that one could get involved in...</div></div> | <div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">Things that are happening to Amalric right now that one could get involved in...</div></div> | ||
− | :<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">■ '''Host Club:''' Amalric | + | :<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">■ '''Host Club:''' Amalric was, for a time, in the company of the Stars of the Rendezvous Host Club. His association ended as abruptly as it began, however, and the host formerly known as "Hashmal" no longer frequents the property.</div></div> |
:<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">■ '''More to Come?''' One can only hope.</div></div> | :<div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">■ '''More to Come?''' One can only hope.</div></div> | ||
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− | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Free Company:</b> | + | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Free Company:</b> none at this time |
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Latest revision as of 17:40, 19 March 2017
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Amalric did not choose a drifting, mercenary lifestyle. Instead, it chose him, through years of unfortunate circumstance leaving him with little else to rely on beyond his gifts his blood has given him.
He was born near Ala Mhigo, but most of his memories are of Thanalan with the thousands of other refugees scratching out a meager existence in the arid region. With Ul'dah and its territory flooded with desperate people willing to risk their lives for a pittance, life was hard for him and for his father and elder sister. They had fled from the Garleans, but as time passed, that safety was became a small, diminishing comfort. It was not all terrible times for the young Amalric; there were childhood friends and holidays and other occasions to smile, but it was truly window-dressing for a bleak and uncertain future. Over time, his father slowly drifted from honest work, into less-honest work, into scarcely any work at all as his health failed him. Amalric's sister's fate was, as it is rumored, just as sad. Neither lives; Amalric has been on his own for a long time now, and he has had to fall back on the things that Highlanders are known for to make his way in the world. He is not one to dwell, but this lack of roots - no homeland, no close family, and a line of work that can take him anywhere - has always made for a man alone, adrift at sea.
As Highlanders go, Amalric is a typical example of his people, with darkened skin, a strong build, and a habit of shaving away his eyebrows. His flesh is marred with scars from wounds both old and recent, indicative of the hard life he has lived. Portions of his back are especially scarred from burns, but he isn't keen to talk about the cause of it. He sometimes gets self-conscious when shirtless due to them, but the roughness of clothing against the sensitive, rough scarring is sometimes enough to make him just put up with prying eyes.
Lightly armored but always armed, Amalric is usually dressed in something bland if you're seeing him in daylight. Sometimes it helps to blend in - as much as a Highlander can in some places, anyway. If he's wearing much color at all, expect it to be green. When in social situations, he's likely to wear something that exposes his muscled arms, which he contends is his best feature, though the influence of his fellow Host Club employees is slowly pushing him to be more fashionable. In battle, though, he values function over form, eschewing any sense of fashion if wearing something else would be more practical. This usually means a lot of leather for maximum mobility. As for weapons, he favors a polearm when working, but is also capable enough with hand-to-hand or daggers, if the occasion calls for it. In all cases, the martial weapons lack much ornamentation and the spear in particular looks to be rather old, though cared-for. Recently, he has added a beautiful wand to his personal armory; it was a gift, and while he is hardly a mage of any note yet, he seems fond of it.
He's not without a moral center, and he does feel remorse, guilt, and/or shame when the occasion calls for it, such as when the job he takes means he's going to shaking down someone that might not deserve it or even have the means to fight back. Mercenaries are just as often hired by those with ill intentions as good ones, after all, but a mercenary with too many ethical objections is a mercenary that goes hungry, so in the past, he has tried to set aside his objections and remind himself of the necessity. Despite his insistence that he holds nothing sacred, though, he does hold a few standards: he will not betray a real friend, kill a child, or do any job that would benefit a slave trade, against whom he holds strong grudge. When his basic necessities and life situations are more secure, though, there are other traits that do emerge. His selfishness tends to melt away into a more protective and nurturing personality that is willing to place the needs and happiness of those around him into that place of focus that he would normally hold his own well-being. Also at odds with his basic persona, he harbors a very romantic streak behind the surface-level flirtatious sensuality he displays publicly, and when in love, will love in a deep and reckless manner than can even run counter to his own sense of self-preservation.
Foundations
Legacy of the Foundlings
A Road Untraveled
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