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<font style="color: #232323; letter-spacing: 0em;">Elias Thorne makes for a strange figure, oft seen dashing here and there about the tiered city of Ishgard in a mix of noble frippery and haphazardly patched clothing. Ashen hair is marked with lilac highlights, and a curious tattoo lines the right side of his otherwise handsome face. Rumor and hearsay follow the man like a shroud - half of such infernal mutterings originate from the man himself (not that he's much like to admit it). | <font style="color: #232323; letter-spacing: 0em;">Elias Thorne makes for a strange figure, oft seen dashing here and there about the tiered city of Ishgard in a mix of noble frippery and haphazardly patched clothing. Ashen hair is marked with lilac highlights, and a curious tattoo lines the right side of his otherwise handsome face. Rumor and hearsay follow the man like a shroud - half of such infernal mutterings originate from the man himself (not that he's much like to admit it). | ||
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Expression rarely deviating between that of a vacant stare or equally emotionless smile, Elias none-the-less carries himself with the grace and poise expected of noble-born Ishgardians. | Expression rarely deviating between that of a vacant stare or equally emotionless smile, Elias none-the-less carries himself with the grace and poise expected of noble-born Ishgardians. | ||
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<b> General Appearance: </b> Elias is a tall, lean man oft broaching on the lesser side of muscular. Snow-kissed skin of a healthy complexion speaks of a man ever at work outside, while a smattering of freckles indicates no little time spent in the sun. Strange, for a hyur hailing from Ishgard. Elias' hair is a dull ash in color, though he's deemed fit to highlight it with lilac, e'er swept over the right side of his face. From time to time, Elias' dull, dead right eye peers through, accompanied by a smattering of minor burns. His remaining eye is maroon, ever watchful, prone to wandering from face to face and, while quite vibrant, is next to never not covered by a shaded monocle. | <b> General Appearance: </b> Elias is a tall, lean man oft broaching on the lesser side of muscular. Snow-kissed skin of a healthy complexion speaks of a man ever at work outside, while a smattering of freckles indicates no little time spent in the sun. Strange, for a hyur hailing from Ishgard. Elias' hair is a dull ash in color, though he's deemed fit to highlight it with lilac, e'er swept over the right side of his face. From time to time, Elias' dull, dead right eye peers through, accompanied by a smattering of minor burns. His remaining eye is maroon, ever watchful, prone to wandering from face to face and, while quite vibrant, is next to never not covered by a shaded monocle. | ||
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With a pointed chin and sharp, angular cheekbones, Elias cuts an intimidating figure given the right lighting. The rest of the time, he simply looks like another noble son of Ishgard, going about his day to day. | With a pointed chin and sharp, angular cheekbones, Elias cuts an intimidating figure given the right lighting. The rest of the time, he simply looks like another noble son of Ishgard, going about his day to day. | ||
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Something of a trickster at heart, Elias speaks with a certain irreverence that speaks ill of his highborn status. His mind is prone to wander from one abstract thought to the next, often leading to sudden questions or observations usually best left unnoticed, but for all that he is kind of heart - if obtuse in how he goes about showing it. | Something of a trickster at heart, Elias speaks with a certain irreverence that speaks ill of his highborn status. His mind is prone to wander from one abstract thought to the next, often leading to sudden questions or observations usually best left unnoticed, but for all that he is kind of heart - if obtuse in how he goes about showing it. | ||
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Elias can be a hard man to get along with owing to his sharp wit and willingness to say just about anything no matter the company - a tongue like ice and a mind made of razor wire. His speech is rich and littered with double meanings, laying careful traps where he can for, apparently, his own amusement. Despite his contrary ways, Elias is a dedicated soul willing to do whatever it takes to further both his and the goals of his friends. | Elias can be a hard man to get along with owing to his sharp wit and willingness to say just about anything no matter the company - a tongue like ice and a mind made of razor wire. His speech is rich and littered with double meanings, laying careful traps where he can for, apparently, his own amusement. Despite his contrary ways, Elias is a dedicated soul willing to do whatever it takes to further both his and the goals of his friends. | ||
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Discerning those goals is another story. Masked with thin smiles and the very rare slip into genuine emotion, Elias rarely shows the world his true face. In his rare moments of doubt, there's an underlying sorrow behind that single bright eye. | Discerning those goals is another story. Masked with thin smiles and the very rare slip into genuine emotion, Elias rarely shows the world his true face. In his rare moments of doubt, there's an underlying sorrow behind that single bright eye. | ||
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− | + | Not an unfit man by any standards and well trained in the art of swordplay, Elias tends to avoid conflict unless absolutely necessary regardless. His movements are fluid and well practiced, but lack the tact of a trained solider. Favoring speed and skill over brute strength and might, he's occasionally seen with a ceremonial blade, Ala Mhigan in design. | |
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− | + | While rarely seen practicing any form of magic, Elias has no little practical knowledge in the hows of Aetherial weaving, able to utilize a careful balance of Black and White magic to devastating effect. Though weaker than the Red Mages of old, Elias Thorne's particular brand seems to have a focus on creation as opposed to the twisting of battlefields. </div> | |
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Revision as of 14:53, 21 May 2018
Elias Thorne makes for a strange figure, oft seen dashing here and there about the tiered city of Ishgard in a mix of noble frippery and haphazardly patched clothing. Ashen hair is marked with lilac highlights, and a curious tattoo lines the right side of his otherwise handsome face. Rumor and hearsay follow the man like a shroud - half of such infernal mutterings originate from the man himself (not that he's much like to admit it).
Aspects That Stand Out:
What can be said for Elias Thorne that isn't public knowledge? That he runs a business, Rose and Thorne? That he knows how best to talk, how best to deal in cards or gil? True, he shuns the Ishgardian and Sharlayan schools of astrology in favor of some distant cousin. True, the Thorne name is a disreputable one, when it is spoken at all or remembered. Have they even holdings in Ishgard? Who can say. Elias might, should you ask.
Something of a trickster at heart, Elias speaks with a certain irreverence that speaks ill of his highborn status. His mind is prone to wander from one abstract thought to the next, often leading to sudden questions or observations usually best left unnoticed, but for all that he is kind of heart - if obtuse in how he goes about showing it.
Not an unfit man by any standards and well trained in the art of swordplay, Elias tends to avoid conflict unless absolutely necessary regardless. His movements are fluid and well practiced, but lack the tact of a trained solider. Favoring speed and skill over brute strength and might, he's occasionally seen with a ceremonial blade, Ala Mhigan in design.
Weapons of Choice
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