Kormac Fidaris
 Kormac Fidaris
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 "Did you hear about that kidnapping in the South Shroud? It's okay, the kid woke up." | |
| Gender | Male |
| Race | Hyur |
| Clan | Highlander |
| Citizenship | Ishgard |
| Age | 44 |
| Guardian | Nophica, the Matron |
| Namesday | 28th Sun of the Second Astral Moon |
| Height | Six fulms, seven ilms |
| Weight | 270 pnz |
| Free Company | Order of the Compass |
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They say once, every one thousand years, there is a certain kind of man. The kind of man who can kill with a single stare, that makes every lady in sight swoon at his very presence, that would make sirens retire with his honeyed voice.
Kormac Fidaris is not that man. No, he's far from it.
Hailing from the Holy See of Ishgard, Kormac was born to a militiaman and a maid to House Fortemps. Orphaned at age eleven, he was taken in by the Dragoon Order, and was taught the ways of the Dragoon. Quickly young Kormac did climb the ladder, ascending to the rank of Azure Dragoon at the age of 23. It was around this time, he claims, that he was wed, and that he and his wife had their child. Not long after, he was conscripted to become a part of the Ishgardian forces at the Battle of the Stone Vigil. Though they failed in their attempts to regain the Vigil, Kormac proved an effective battlefield asset.
However, having held the mantle of Azure Dragoon for nearly a year, tragedy struck. As he was leading a small group of soldiers through the Ishgardian wilderness, the Black Death Golgandriel, a dreadwyrm, winged out of the sky and attacked. The sole survivor, Kormac fled for his life, "running until [his] legs could carry [him] no longer." He awoke in the North Shroud, having abandoned his post, his men, his country and his family. To this day, he still blames himself. Alone, heartbroken, and ashamed, he drifted from road to road, settlement to settlement, unable to stay in one place for long. He did just about everything whilst living on the road; from being a sellsword to a merchant, to being a cutthroat and thief, and so on. Largely, he proclaims that everything from years twenty-three to forty-three was simply a blur; "I was just living, surviving", he says.
Though his age and his experiences have dampened his worldview, Kormac still believes there is a shred of hope left in the world. He believes the Order of the Compass just might pave the way to a new dawn..
♦ Appearance
Kormac is a tree of a man, with a slim build and near-perfect muscular definition. His hair and beard are a light chestnut brown, with the hair fashioned into a subtle undercut ponytail. Streaks of gray are a dead giveaway towards his age. His green eyes are most usually fixed in a piercing stare, and his gaunt, pallid complexion is rife with the signs of age. Being a man of war, he has collected many battle scars over the years; three gouges on his face (two around the left eye and one across the bridge of the nose), several puncture wounds around the chest gained from his brutal training regimen, and numerous burn marks around the left shoulder. His sense of style is, shall we say.. outdated. Rustic clothing - tunics, brais, so on so forth - are a staple of his wardrobe. His favorite piece, however, is his chainmail and gryphonskin tabard. He wears it nearly every day.
♦ Behaviour
Kormac, at his age, is usually able to discern what type of person someone is, and will react accordingly; he'll be friendly, calm and inviting to people he deems 'good', and quiet, cold, even aggressive towards 'bad' people. He doesn't care much for conversation, but he's polite enough to oblige (when he feels like it). He's a stereotypical 'dad' character deep down, protective and loving to those he cares about. It's ill advised to get on his bad side, as his fuse is quite short.
As no person is perfect, and everyone has their faults, it goes without saying that Kormac has his. Primarily, his drinking. Though he's never classified it as a problem, his liver definitely has. His usual haunts are the bars and pubs all across Eorzea, more specifically, the Quicksand and the Drowned Wench. Whether it's to drown in his personal sorrows, or simply because he enjoys getting piss-drunk, one thing is for certain: he takes it to excess.
His deepest, darkest fear is losing those he's very close to - he doesn't think he could bear to live experiencing that loss again. Other than that, another major fear is heights, quite ironic considering his profession. Aside from these, he fears very little, and wouldn't open up about much else.
Combat
Aforementioned, he was an Azure Dragoon, so naturally his combat skills are exceptional, including his physical prowess, brute strength and finesse. (Outside of a fight, Kormac isn't much, aside from his dancing.) Imbued with the Soul of the Dragoon, Kormac uses many devastating techniques in battle, including aerial attacks, sweeps, and an array of deadly thrusts. Owing to his Dragoon training, Kormac can evade attacks with ease, and leap great distances across the battlefield. This proves most useful when hunting dragons and/or cloudkin, as being able to match altitude with your prey is incorrigible.
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Chaotic Good
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