Hirilonde Turuphant

Hirilonde Turuphant (Havenfinder)
Gender	Male
Race	Hyuran
Clan	Midlander
Citizenship	None
Server	Bahamut
Age	46 (51 including Timeskip)
Marital Status	Widower
Occupation	Sellsword
Height/Weight	6 Ft
Orientation	Heterosexual
Relatives	Anardil Turuphant (Father - Deceased) Erendis Turuphant(Mother - Deceased) M'ahayi Sodachi(Wife - MIA, presumed Deceased) Isilme Turuphant(Daughter)

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Basic Info

LIKES ■ Honorable People ■ Misfits ■ Fresh driven snow ■ Moogles

DISLIKES ■ Dishonorable or deceitful people, especially Oathbreakers ■ Arrogance or Entitlement ■ Being reminded of his past, hearing his real name used ■ The Garlean Empire

OTHER ■ Alignment: Chaotic Good (Previously Lawful Good) ■ Vice(s): Gridanian Beer ■ Favorite Food: Spaghetti Carbonara ■ Favorite Drink: Beer or Ale ■ Favorite Color: Blue

Appearance & Personality

Hirilonde has always appeared younger than his actual years, and though pushing into his 50's, his face could be mistaken for that of a man twenty seasons his junior. However, his face and body bear numerous scars that speak of a hard life, and he typically hides his face behind a mask, only rarely showing his face to anyone.

His build is lean and powerful, honed over decades of training and combat. On his back he has the brand of those who were caught up in Louisoix's Flow at Carteneau, though he hides this as well, uncomfortable with the implications it raises.

His hair is reddish, though more and more grey has appeared, especially near his temples and in his beard. His eyes are blue, and surprisingly expressive, given he hides the rest of his face most of the time.

He wears black armor, a Chivalric coat matched with a few other random pieces he's picked up on his travels, as well as a Titanium helm he has worn since assuming the identity of 'Havenfinder'.

He once wielded a large darksteel blade called Subduer, but has recently switched to a blade of unknown design called Cruadin. It's also known he has a katana that he has gained some proficiency with, though he rarely uses it.

Before the Calamity, Hirilonde was bright, optimistic, and jovial. He would often seek to lighten the mood with a joke or an observation.

Afterwards some remnant of that remains, but his humor is more wistful now. He encourages others to be optimistic, but seems to have difficulty finding such optimism within himself, substituting grim determination. His observations are few and far between and only in the company of those he feels comfortable with.

He often seeks a mentor role with the younger people he encounters, shades of his former days as an instructor and trainer showing through.

Hirilonde is often dismissive of such concepts as his own future, as he believes he has none. He insists his purpose is to take the fight to Garlemald, and act as his daughter's shadow to ease her own burden, until the 'Day Hydaelyn realizes her mistake." However, his fatalism is simply a mask for the guilt he carries for having failed to protect his wife or foresee the hardships his daughter would endure once he was erased from common memory. He desperately seeks connection with a world that has forgotten him, even as he stoically renounces it. To that end those who do become his companions he will defend with a fervor that can sometimes cloud his better judgement.

Biography

Childhood

Hirilonde was born in Ishguard, the son of Anardil and Erendis Turuphant. His father Anardil was a Temple Knight, a lowborn who had managed to prove himself enough to join the ranks of Ishguard's elite knights, while his mother was the daughter of a minor noble house.

Not long after his birth, Anardil was accused of Heresy by a rival Nobleman. Fearing for his family, Anardil sent Erendis and Hirilonde into exile, under the care of a loyal subordinate of his, the Keeper of the Moon miqo'te Rihan. Anardil died in Trial by Combat trying to clear his name.

Hearing of Anardil's death, Erendis succumbed to depression and malaise, ultimately taking her own life.

Rihan adopted the boy and raised him as her own, taking him to Limsa Lominsa, where they would be far from the seeking eyes of the Inquisitors, or the schemes of Ishguardian nobles.

Despite Limsa being far more lawless than today, a haven for pirates and thieves, Hirilonde took no interest in seamanship or piracy. Instead, raised on the stories Rihan told him of his father, and of the nobility of knights and heroes, he set out to be just that. Taking his father's Soul Crystal, he began to learn the ways of the Paladin

Before the Calamity

As an adventurer, Hirilonde was possessed of an idealistic righteousness that bordered on naivete. Having grown up in a city almost bereft of the rule of law, he was quick to see the benefits that such order brought. He often chafed against corruption and lawlessness, even when it was not prudent for him to do so. Still, his martial skills carried him through, and he made a great many stalwart friends, such as Dyterium Zelorius, the Gridanian Lancer, or Ruro Kuro, a skilled caster and arcanist. He became part of a band known as Crystalline, and for the first time felt a sense of belonging.

Things change, however, and as time passed, he grew apart from his friends. They found love, created families, and had lives outside of adventuring. WEhile Hirilonde had his mother, he felt... empty.

The answer came to him as many things in his life did; Someone tried to kill him. Specifically, a miqo'te assassin named M'ahayi. Raised to be an amoral killer, Hirilonde was just a bit of incidental collateral damage. But... she hesitated, and he defeated and captured her. Talking with her as his prisoner only raised more questions; She was not the monster he expected, but rather someone who was angry, alone, and felt bereft of choices. She later escaped him, but the questions she had raised remained.

He clashed with her again, repeatedly, and surprisingly ended up on the same side once or twice, particularly when she attempted to escape the leash of her masters. They caught up to her, and though she escaped again, she was sorely wounded and vulnerable. Surprisingly, she elected to trust him. A trust her served faithfully, though it clashed with his previous ideology, and strained his friendships. He felt that she was someone who could be saved, if only there was a door opened for her.

His mother, Rihan, had contacts with the Rogue's Guild in Limsa. She helped him get the girl to safety. Hal;f-expecting her to betray his trust as soon as he gave her an opening to flee, he was instead shocked when she declared her love for him. It took some time for his skepticism to pass, and for her to prove her sincerity, but it seemed for once his naive ideology had proven correct.

There was a price, of course. The choice to save and shelter the girl opened a rift between him and Dyterium that never fully healed, and alienated many other friends besides. And to secure her a new life in Limsa, a clean slate, there was a debt that needed to be addressed, and that he would address through service. And so he came to join the Knights of the Barracuda, and his days as an adventurer ended.

He and M'ahayi had a daughter, Isilme, though the birthing was not easy. The girl's half-blood heritage had left her with an aetheric defect that made her sickly and weak much of the time. For a while, Hirilonde and his family lived in Gridania, in hopes that the conjurers of Stillglade Fen could cure the ailment. He and Dyterium reconciled, though their friendship never returned to the easy camaraderie they had once had. Fortunately, his daughter was cured, and life returned to normal.

When Captain Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn made her run for the Trident, he put his support behind her, and was rewarded when she won, securing a promotion to Captain and greater responsibilities. He settled into his new purpose of training the next generation of Knights of the Barracuda, and focused on his daughter's training as she seemed poised to follow in his footsteps. When she came of age, he denied her application to the Knights of the Barracuda, telling her instead to go out and see the world as an adventurer first, then decide.

The world did not give her the chance. The Garleans renewed their aggression, and Dalamud began to swell in the sky. His uniform changed from Yellow to the crimson of the Maelstrom, but he remained tied to the training grounds as the young men and women he trained ran off to fight and die. The final breaking point was when his own daughter came home to visit in a Maelstrom uniform. A second lieutenant on her own merits.

His wife, normally the impulsive one, counselled him to avoid rashness, but as the plans for the final battle at Carteneau were drafted, Hirilonde knew the mission was suicide. He pulled every string he had, called in every favor, and had his daughter assigned to escort refugees, while he quietly changed his own assignment. He would not sit safely at home as his former pupils died on the twisted plains of Mor Dhona!

And so Hirilonde met his end at Carteneau. When the call for retreat came, the runners delivering orders to the front had all fallen. He sent his own unit back to safety and plunged forward, directly under the baleful red moon, to ensure the Foreign Contingent, the Adventurers who had already fought and bled and accomplished so much, would have a chance to reach safety. But as history knows, he never made it. The moon cracked apart, and as he watched, horrified, a great Wyrm tore itself free, unleashing a storm of fire and brimstone upon the land. He watched, as the Adventurers watched, as Bahamut inflicted his rage upon the land, crossing the distance between nations with but a few beats of his massive wings, and raining fire down upon them. There was nothing they could do. There was nothing they could conceive of doing. His sword hung loosely from his nerveless fingers, his mission forgotten.

And then, a challenge. The Sage Louisoix, calling upon the power of the Twelve. The plan!

And just as quickly, that brief hope was snuffed out. And as the dragon roared, and the heat and light of it's final attack filled the air, his fear left him. He would never see his wife again. He would never see his daughter again. He gripped his sword tighter, and cried out an oath of vengeance against the beast, swearing one day he would find the strength to lay the Wyrm low. And then all was white, and Hirilonde Turuphant was no more.

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