Artorias Zyat
| Artorias Zyat | |
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| Gender | Male |
| Race | Miqo'te |
| Clan | Unknown |
| Citizenship | Unaffiliated |
| Birth Name | ??? |
| Tribe | Tia (abandoned) |
| Age | 24 |
| Nameday | 31nd Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon |
| Occupation | Scholar (abandoned), Hunter, |
Character
Appearance
Build: Lithe, muscle toned.
Height: 5' 9"
Skin: Ash Gray
Hair & Fur: Black w/ white highlights
Eyes: Indigo
Distinguishing Features:
Noticeable scars:
- Diagonal scar across the upper bridge of his nose
Other marks:
- Four sharp black tattoos, two a-side stretching from jaw-line to cheek
- Dark gray, curved eye markings, symmetrical.
Attire
Artorias typically wears light clothing with the shirt opened up to allow his skin to breath in the heat of Ul'dah. His favoured outfit consists of a light, durable tunic, augmented with a leather shoulder guard, styled with a white pattern trim and an attached purple robe, interwoven into the back, waist and shoulder guard. To accompany this tunic, he wears a pair of armoured fingerless gauntlets, allowing him to have full control of his fingers, unhindered by material, a personal preference of his to always allow his fingers to be free, regardless of the presence of gloves or not. Upon high legs, he favours thigh high boots for comfort and for protection. He will often wear various styles of these high riding boots, all of which are equally enjoyed. Artorias often wears a pear of resilient pants.
Though not disregarded, jewellery is rarely worn by him. Chokers, bracers, rings are very rarely seen, the latter especially. Only recently has he enjoyed the look of earrings in his ears, though very simplistic ones are his strictly accepted, often wearing silver, copper or golden hoops near the tips of his slender ears. He will often take them out with his mood, but more often than not they will be in. Artorias rarely every wears hats, bandannas or helmets. He will at times wear a pair of glasses, though this is sometimes used to mask his light sleeping while in the Quicksands.
It is even rarer to see Artorias donned in armour. He will often wear it in the field, especially in a hunt, but will next to never wear it into any of the city states. If he is wearing his armour, he likely will not be staying around long or he's expecting trouble to spout up, either personally or otherwise.
Personality
Nature
Artorias by nature, is a calculating and quick to judge individual. Being open to other's for far too long in his adolescence left him with disappointment and betrayal of beliefs. He is often open to talking to others but will easily and quickly form an opinion of them and it's often difficulty for him to change this thought of that individual. Often he will appear to be anywhere from polite to brazen. Abrasiveness is often looming close behind him if something he sees goes against his morality or nature. He will rarely speak out against this, if the person performing this irksome action is a stranger to him, but he will often remember and have that memory instilled for the eventuality of their meeting. Though at times, his former self makes tiny appearances, his calm demeanour and soft tone usually flourish when in the company of hard working and selfless individuals. He often will attempt to make guests, unwanted or other wise welcome to his presence if he feels like they're polite or seeking some sanctuary, emotionally.
Personality
It is easy to put labels on him most of the time. He's either sharp and short tongued, comedic, intrigued or antagonistic. At moments he becomes rather self centered when bashing heads with someone else and becomes over confident in his declarations and claims, even if he internally has doubts about its legitimacy. Programmed to despise failure, ruthlessly by his past influences, has caused him to do anything he can do to prove himself right, even if it comes off at times as petty or desperate, just to calm internal doubts and self loathing for putting himself between a rock and a hard place. Though he is often one to reflect on past mistakes and accept them for his fault and carry that chip on his shoulder, possibly longer than one should. This all causes a swift jump between easy going, to short tempered, to sulky. Though he will attempt to bounce back to put himself in positive, out going cases as to not let it cloud himself for events to come.
Background
Personality
Artorias grew up under another name, in another place, with another family. He grew up with predetermined dreams and a predetermined life, others wanting much from him without he knowing what he wanted. His mother was a shadow to him, constantly gone on her own adventures, living her life for a greater good, though he has long since forgotten if his was a childhood façade or if she really did have a destiny to fulfil. Left in company with his step-father, Artorias was groomed to be a scholar, with his head in the books and fingers coated in ink, he was told time and again that this was the life for him. As he grew older, spending more and more time within doors, the sun not on his face and without the company of others, he began to resent his life. The only friend he had was candle light and pages. What little social interaction he had came from fleeing his home for a half hour a day to meet a close friend from another tribe, they'd chat beneath the stars and would always return home once the moon hit the same spot every night, resting their heads against a tree, it would always land on a branch which signified the expiration of their time together.
As years passed on and the hatred for his life in books grew, Artorias and his friend grew farther a part before they were entirely separated. Gone to Ul'dah to be come an adventurer, leaving his friend alone to the books once more. Pressures began to mount before it grew too great along with the passing of his mother, which all the more, applied pressure from his step-father. Before long, it became time, abandoning his name, tribe and what little he had left, he set out for Ul'dah to reunite with his friend in hopes of having the freedom to carry on and change the world in his own way, though not with a parchment and quill, but with his blood and tears. He felt the concept of glory become an internal thirst of fulfilment in his life, to have him smile every day, and so he arrived in Ul'dah to pursue this. It wasn't long before he could begin to undertake his personal goals, it became evident an empty handed Miqo'te was only good for a few things within the city walls and all of which disgusted him. Artorias eventually saved up enough Gil to afford a claymore to which he still carries to this day, though issuing speed and grace for power, his potency has began to ignite.
