Eckerd Woeclad

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The Wayward Heart

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GENERAL ♦ FULL NAME: Eckerd Aldenport (Eck-urd Alld'nport) ♦ GENDER: Male ♦ RACE / CLAN: Hyur / Highlander ♦ AGE: Late 20s ♦ NAMEDAY: 10th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon ♦ ORIENTATION: Heterosexual ♦ MARITAL STATUS: Unwed

INFORMATION ♦ HEIGHT / WEIGHT: 6'4" / 240 lbs ♦ CITIZENSHIP: Ala Mhigo, The Garlean Empire ♦ RESIDENCE: Unsettled; Vagrant ♦ OCCUPATION: Lance-for-Hire ♦ PATRON DEITY: Oschon, the Wanderer. ♦ ALIGNMENT: True Neutral. ♦ SERVER / TIME ZONE: Balmung / GMT+3

P E R S O N A L I T Y

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Q U I R K S ♦ "Shake it off". Being nervous is one thing. Drumming an entire concert's worth of notes per minute is a whole another beast. ♦ Chimney. If dragons and overblown crabs won't be the death of him, this stuff surely will. Mark my words. ♦ Astraphobia. Nothing like a flash of lightning to get a grown man's heart racing.

A P P E A R A N C E

At first glance, one's eyes would most likely fixate on the large scar running across the left corner of Eckerd's lips, located just above the strong jawline that's arguably had to withstand a punch or two in its day, and surrounded by a thick five o'clock shadow. Included on his list of "most distinguishable features" are the ginger hair and the easily noticeable infestation of devilish freckles along the bridge of his nose and cheekbones, effectively taking up what little space remains inside the bullseye of his face. There is, of course, also a particular tattoo. But we don't talk about the tattoo. Ever.

While perhaps not the largest Highlander in town, Eckerd still manages to stand around a head taller than your average person, with his broad shoulders and rather solid physical state only adding to his menace level if ever encountered in a dark alleyway. Understandably, Eckerd rarely puts too much effort into what manner of clothing he'll be wearing on his everyday outings. Heavily biased towards practicality over formality, and with little to no gil to spare for fancy clothes, it's only natural that he be seen in outfits more fit for an expedition than a moonlit stroll along the beaches of La Noscea.

C O M B A T

A R M O R Chainmail, as cumbersome as it can be in comparison to good leather, has saved his sorry hide more times than he can count - or dares to admit - which has solidified its status as his go-to type of armor for any encounter imaginable. While never donning a specific set of armor for a prolonged period of time, he does have his favorites, all of which usually share a set common detail; the color red.

L A N C E When faced with the possibility of permanent death, or at the very least, permanent mutilation, Eckerd tends to place his faith in the hands of a sturdy lance - or a polearm of a similar fashion - whenever possible. Combined with a healthy dose of physical strength and years of experience in the field, this twenty-something sellsword has established himself as anything but a pushover. His rather unorthodox fighting style, while not unique in any meaning of the word, is essentially a mixture of the raw brutality often displayed by the gladiators of Ul'dah, and the grace with which the lancers of Gridania maneuver themselves around a battlefield. The result being a reckless, yet potentially destructive, style centered around a multitude of swings and thrusts, infused with hand-to-hand practices and bone-crushing kicks, that serve the sole purpose of ending a fight before it's even truly begun. This, however, results in a significant over-reliance on offensive strikes, which tends to leave him open for attacks whenever his momentum begins fading during a prolonged confrontation.

K N I V E S This is where I'll tell you more about Eckerd and his history when it comes to the art of using knives for various things and activities outside of pure culinary endeavors. Text goes here, and some more text, and more text, and more text... You get the point - it's unfinished. M'kay? We good? We good? Good, that's-- That's good. Great, even. Lovely chat.

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