Anton Borneheld

Anton Borneheld
Gender	Male
Race	Hyur
Clan	Midlander
Citizenship	Unaffiliated
Age	23
Marital Status	Single
Occupation	Axe-murderer
Height/Weight	5'8, 180lbs/pnz
Orientation	Straight
Guardian	Oschon, the Wanderer

And lo, we have the wild Anton, back from his self-searching, soul-finding adventure into the wilds of Eorzea. He's learned his way around an axe quite well, and they seem to be his favorite tool of mass destruction, instruction, or corruption. He ran to escape a life of debt, to come back for a world of fabulous new friends, potential lovers, and enemies alike! ...Now he just needs a place to live.

Basic Info

Likes ■ Socializing ■ Women ■ Axes ■ Lightly armored clothing ■ Good food ■ Jokes, pranks, etc.

Dislikes ■ Pointless abuse ■ Burnt food ■ Axes ■ Excessively slutty women

Other ■ Alignment: Neutral Good ■ Vice(s): Drinking, staring after attractive women ■ Favorite Food: Meat. Meat works. Meat is good. ■ Favorite Drink: Iced water is always good. So is anything that'll get ya drunk. ■ Favorite Color: Purple ■ Favorite Weapon: Axe. Axes are good. ■ Favorite Climate: Wilds, please.

Appearance & Personality

Commonly seen wearing the lightly armored clothing that he so adores. So chosen because of his particular fighting style, he only ever gets into heavier armor when he absolutely has to. The wilds taught him one thing: To survive, you have to keep moving. With this in mind, he wears armored gauntlets and boots, with odd-looking armor plating partially covering his leggings and torso. He generally, also, doesn't wear a helmet.

Loyal to a fault, Anton tends to stick near where his friends are at. When he can't find them, not only does he get a little anxious, he tends to retreat into his mind, spacing out until absolutely necessary. This made it a bit hard for him when he first made his appearance back with 'humanity'--He wasn't used to the world anymore, only to the way of the wilds. Truly, he did meet the occasional traveler out there, but it wasn't enough to keep him from being just a little strange upon his return.

Biography

Childhood

Unknown at present.

Teenage

Unknown at present. Assumed lifestyle of street rat and gambler, probable thief?

Wilds

For lack of a better term, Anton was an incredibly unlucky person. His ability at gambling was terrible, and he accrued so much debt that it had come to a head--His life, or his money. Being that he had no money, and he didn't particularly want his life to be over... He left. For fear of getting his friends hurt, he said nothing--They couldn't be used as bargaining chips if they didn't know. Just like that, he was gone. His first destination was to Limsa Lominsa, posing as a gladiator mercenary. He had minimal skill with a sword and shield, but figured he could get away with it readily enough, especially if he wore a helmet all the time to hide his identity. No such luck, and within a month he was out of there after a single bit of information from one of the bar patrons, where he'd been frequenting.

To Costa Del Sol, he ran! They'd been looking for mercs there, right? He could get a job there, easy as that. But no. Not hiring. With that, he fled further inland, right into the wilds. For a while, he stumbled on his own--Barely able to make due. He refused to speak with any traveler, for fear of being found, but eventually it had come to the point that he was on death's doorstep. A roegadyn by the name of 'Mentor' found him, and helped him back to health, teaching him how to survive properly--At this point, he was far enough into the wilds, that it was amazing there was someone else around.

Mentor was a man who liked to learn. In return for any knowledge he'd gleaned from a traveler, he gave something back--Usually another form of knowledge. Anton had very little to teach

Present

A member of the.. Radical Dreamers. Yes. Bunch o' crazy folks. On his return to civilization, he did nothing but wait around at the Quicksand in Ul'dah. Surprisingly, on one such day, he managed to find a friend of his, one Tikka Swift. In between sprints off into who-knows-where, he managed to get out of her the idea that she was part of a company, and that he should join. So, that's... That's what he does now. Be it jumping off balconies to deliver food, axing questions to who knows how many people, or being pelted with tear gas for no reason other than looking like a bandit, he was a part of this crazy band of misfits.

Miscellaneous

RUMORS Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard) ■ ■ ■ ◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear) ■ ■ ■ ◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard) ■ ■ ■ ◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players) ■ ■ ■ ■

RELATIONS ♥ Romantic Interest ♥ Platonic Love ● Good Standing ● Poor Standing ♥ Name : Description

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