Difference between revisions of "Amalric Farstrike"
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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>D'ranmaia Shenn,</b> <i>Least Star</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>"Those were both the brightest and darkest days of my life, when Nadegenne ran the Foundlings."</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;">Maia is the kind owner of the Host Club that has, by some decree of fate, offered Amalric room and board in the large estate she holds in the Goblet - asking for nothing in return. This degree of unbidden generosity makes him very, very uncomfortable, as it feels like charity, but he's not in a position to turn down a free bed. Over time, he has started to find reasons to respect her, and even care about her well-being.</div> | ||
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+ | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Flora Valerian,</b> <i>Naivete Star</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>"What a difficult... mysterious woman she is."</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> | ||
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+ | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Nadegenne,</b> <i>Foundling Betrayer</i>. <b>(</b><font | ||
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+ | | <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;"> | + | | <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> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Fehlis Yhonli,</b> <i>Saucer Wizard?</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>"Enthusiastic enough, but why does she talk like that?"</i></div> |
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"> | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">The two of them were paired up during a Host Club outing to the Golden Saucer. Despite his initial thought that she was dimwitted due to her referring to herself in the third person, Fehlis went on to utterly school him in nearly every game on the property - earning his respect.</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>J'loh Tia,</b> <i>Rude Boy?</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>"And Sald thinks -I'm- an asshole?"</i></div> |
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"> | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">J'loh has become an ever-increasing sight around the estate, and he's usually being troublesome or rude while he's there. While Amalric isn't the best judge of age of other races, he's written the miqo'te off as simply being immature thus far until he knows for certain J'loh is, or is not, deserving of getting hit.</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>Healer?</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>"Odd, but at least I'm glad he's around."</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 interactions with Khunbish come from Amalric's frequent visits to the infirmary. Amal isn't a fan of Khun's choice in women, but so far he's concluded the Au Ra is a standup dude.</div> |
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| <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Lovely voice... there are worse things to hear over the linkpearl."</i></div> | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Lovely voice... there are worse things to hear over the linkpearl."</i></div> | ||
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− | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">The most notable facet of their interactions has been the way Nihka sings. He isn't sure what to make of her, beyond that she seems completely comfortable with the "star" arrangement - an unsettling prospect.</div> | + | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">The most notable facet of their interactions has been the way Nihka sings. He isn't sure what to make of her, beyond that she seems completely comfortable with the "star" arrangement - an unsettling prospect. Still, he is fond of her young cub, Sehki, whom he seems to have befriended.</div> |
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Revision as of 09:54, 31 January 2017
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Amalric did not choose the 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. Whether that will change, only the gods truly know.
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. 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.
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 tries to put it aside 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. In the end, though, this single-minded focus on himself and his needs has left very little room for anything else. He rarely plans anything beyond the horizon of next week, choosing to enjoy moments for what they are instead of trying to build them into something better. In truth, he may not even know how to do anything else. Deep thought has always been a luxury he couldn't afford.
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