Hieronymus Wrex

Hieronymus Wrex
QUICK FACTS
Birth Name	Hieronymus Wrex
Nickname(s)/Alias	Wrex
Age	~35
Birthplace	Limsa Lominsa
Race	Roegadyn
Clan	Unknown
Alignment	Chaotic Neutral
Citizenship	Limsa Lominsa
APPEARANCE
Height	6'9"
Weight	250 lbs
Physique	Muscular
Hair	Black
Eyes	Brown
Skin	Dark
Facial Features	Healed broken nose
PERSONALITY
Hobbies	Cooking
Likes	Whiskey, Women
Dislikes	Violence
IC SKILLS
IC Profession	Private Investigator
Combat Style	Pacifist
EQUIPMENT
ABOUT THE PLAYER
Time Zone	UTC+6
Server	Balmung
RP Preferences	Long-term, plot-heavy
FOOTNOTES
**Side bar template adapted from: Infobox-roe by [MoenMoen] **"The TMI Character Template for the Hopelessly Detail Oriented" created by [MoenMoen]

Basic Info

Hieronymus Wrex is a Roegadyn of questionable heritage and mysterious origin. Not distinctly Sea Wolf nor Hellsguard, he seems to be a mixture of both while also possessing traits uncommon in either clan.

He is a man of experience and wit, both haunted by past hardships and striving to make the world a better place.

Appearance

Somewhat shorter than the other members of his race, Wrex is nevertheless a bear of a man, built from the same hard muscle that his people are so commonly known for.

His hair is long, dark, and well-kept, usually worn in a simple braid behind his head that keeps it out of the way. A trim beard outlines his jaw and upper lip, with tiny flecks of grey just beginning to signal his transition into middle age.

Some might consider him handsome in a world-weary sort of way, but there can be no doubt that his face has seen its share of punishment. Still, he manages to put on a charming smile, and the deep sadness in his eyes is only discernable to those who know him best.

Personality

A rather quiet man, Wrex prefers to watch and listen rather than make himself the center of attention. Contemplative by nature, he waits until he has something to say before he speaks, and will happily remain silent when he does not. When he does speak up, his words are usually marked by cutting sarcasm and a laconic wit, his once-silver tongue somewhat tarnished by cynicism, but still as sharp as ever. He is most happy when chatting with others of similar mind, and adores both flirts and smart-asses. Those who can penetrate his sarcasm may even find the shadow of a romantic lurking below the surface, and a few drinks always do wonders for bringing out his flirtatious side.

Philosophically, he walks a fine line between cynicism and optimism, still desperately clinging to a past idealism that has been deeply eroded by decades of exposure to the darkest sides of mortality. Although generally untrusting of others, he himself is rather trustworthy hopes to break the cycle of betrayal that stained his earlier life.

He also has no patience for violence, and will spurn anyone who resorts to it flippantly.