Cenric Amaril

Cenric "Raz" Amaril
Gender	Male
Race	Hyur
Clan	Midlander
Citizenship	Limsa Lominsa
Age	18
Marital Status	Single
Occupation	Mercenary, Odd jobs
Height/Weight	5'11" / 145 lbs
Orientation	Homosexual
Namesday	11th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon

"'I'll tell ye a tale if ye tell me a secret."

Cenric Amaril (pronounced ah-mah-ree. The L is silent) is a young Hyur hailing from Limsa Lominsa. Cenric is a spinner of tales and collector of secrets (see: gossip.) He would have people believe he values personal freedom above all else and will help others to achieve it. The truth is Cenric is a scoundrel with a silver tongue and a knack for embellishment, and is ultimately only concerned about himself.

Basic Info

LIKES ■ Jewelry ■ Ale! ■ Music (the lute especially) ■ The smell of the sea ■ Sleeping under the weather ■ Steaks ■ Rain and storms ■ Merrymaking ■ Travelling ■ Freedom ■ Probably the sound of his own voice ■ Handsome men! ■ Training ■ Dancing (Usually while drunk. Please restrain him for his own safety)

DISLIKES ■ Yarzon ■ Miteling ■ Cold weather ■ Self-righteousness ■ Arrogance ■ Politics ■ Gridania

OTHER ■ Alignment: Chaotic Good ■ Vice(s): Smokes. Occasionally uses recreational drugs. Drinks. Sex. ■ Favorite Food: Steak ■ Favorite Drink(s): Ale. Orange juice. ■ Favorite Color(s): Deep purples, reds and blacks.

Appearance & Personality

"Bugger 'n shite, I stubbed me blimmin' toe!"

Cenric stands slightly taller than the average Midlander, with a slim frame and rough, lightly tanned skin. Perhaps his most striking feature are his eyes: a pale purple -- sharp and intense. He's often seen with a dirt-streaked face and muddy boots, his hair usually covered with some kind of headwear. Jewellery commonly adorns his person. He's possessed of light, scruffy body and facial hair. If, however, he has to be around the "higher class" he will shave his face and tidy up. His cheeks are freckled, making him look even more boyish.

Cenric is very social and flamboyant, though not overbearingly so. He's happiest when his pockets are full of coin and he's drinking in good company, and will talk for bells about anything from nonsense to more serious topics (but not politics). He also has a tenancy to ramble, which some can find grating.

His demeanor is casual and laid back, making him easily approachable. Because of his worry-free attitude, people often make the assumption that he simply doesn't care.Despite his easy going demeanor, he's reluctant to talk about personal topics, and any who are wont to pry will discover that he's very skilled at deflecting such questions.

Biography

History

Cenric was born in the gutters on Limsa Lominsa, raised on the streets like so many other orphans. He has no memory of any family -- as far as he's concerned, they either died or simply left him. Most likely they were pirates -- more interested in raiding the seas than raising a child. Either way, he doesn't dwell on it much, accepting the fact as something he can't change.

Since he was a very young child he spent a lot of his time by the docks, begging for a few gil or doing odd jobs where he could. These odd jobs usually came from the various pirates and sea folk who flocked to Limsa, looking for someone to run their illicit goods in their stead. Eventually, he became familiar to the pirates who were based in his city. One such crew made a habit of offering him a safe floor to sleep on and some bread to eat, in return for scrubbing the decks of their ship, The Scoundrel's Lass, and whatever else they needed doing.

One of the pirates, a Keeper by the name of Khuma'z Amaril, acted as a sort of surrogate mother to him. It was from her that Cenric took his surname. While he was close to all of her crew, they had a closer relationship.

It was on the Scoundrel's Lass that he later met Carina, a kindly Arcanist who sought passage aboard the ship. She took a liking to him and, perhaps out of pity, offered to teach him how to read and write. This sparked an interest in him, and upon her return to Limsa Lominsa, continued to study his reading and writing skills.

For reasons he won't divulge he left Limsa just shy of his 17th year - without any real direction - and found himself in Gridania. Once there, he gravitated toward the Archers' Guild and soon signed up as a member.

Combat

Cenric has spent his year away from Limsa training the ways of the bow. While he is a registered member of the guild, his dislike of Gridania often keeps him away unless he has business there. He keeps himself busy and as such practices away from the guild, on his own. As a result, his technique is somewhat sloppy and self-taught.

Relations And Rumors

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) ■ "I heard the uncouth troublemaker steals from hard-working merchants. Pinches things from right under their noses, so I'm told. I'd watch your purse around that one." --Snobbish gossip ■ "Where can ya find Raz? Hah! Swimmin' in the Wench's swill, most like. Lad can put his cups away, I'll give 'im that." -- Tavern regular ■ "That one is an awful flirt, I'll tell ya. Spittin' words 'o honey at any 'n all handsome sailor or passerby. Can't deny that the rascal's grown handsome, though." -- Tavern wench ◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear) ■"He often buys trashy erotic novellas from me. Usually ones with pictures. Why, I've started setting some aside for him! Don't tell him I told you - he's like to blush something fierce, poor lad." -- Independent merchant ■ "Ah, I remember Raz. Scab, they use'ta call 'im, when he was a small lad. Always had scuffed 'n bloody knees." -- Peddler ◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard) ■ "Didn't he get his scar from Abiga? Y'know, the pirate lass who's as ruthless as the seventh bloody 'ell? Heard he bedded her fella. Hah! Bloody fool. Still, 'e got off lightly. Her fella, on the other 'and..." -- Dockworker ■ "He's nice enough, I suppose. Can't help but feelin' it's just a show, though. Somethin' in his eyes.. I'd wager he's got 'is skeletons." -- Barkeep ◢ PC Rumors (Your character's) ■ "He's good. Oh aye, he's good. ...But he ain't as good as me." - Zhavi Streetrunner ■ ■ ■

RELATIONS ♥ Romantic Interest    ♥ Platonic Love    ● Good Standing    ● Neutral Standing    ● Poor Standing ● Zhavi Streetrunner - "Lass is a bloody nightmare. Fun t'get good n' drunk with, when we ain't paranoid of stabbin' each other." Possible future employer. Raz and Zhavi were rival runners for a time, later resulting in a volatile relationship when they ran a job together for their respective employers. They hate each other. They love competing against each other. Time will tell how their relationship will end, but Raz is sure as hell coming out on top. ● Abiga - "Ain't drunk enough t'talk about her, forget it." An old employer and an utterly ruthless smuggler. To say they parted on bad terms would be an enormous understatement. She made sure Raz had no chance surviving the underbelly of Limsa, and is part of the reason he left his home city. ● Khuma'z Amaril - "Ain't seen her since she 'n the crew were 'scripted to fight the Empire. Miss her sometimes, I do." Khuma'z Amaril was a middle-aged pirate who liked swinging an axe almost as big as her, and was something of a mother to Raz. She hasn't been seen since the Calamity and is assumed dead.

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