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:<span style="color: #8f8377; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Liana Blu]]''' - Surilian's sister, and twin at that. Opposite from the Suri Nazyl knows, Liana is very cold and calculating, almost cruel in her actions. The Lalafell is very wary of her, and feels threatened by her presence. | :<span style="color: #8f8377; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Liana Blu]]''' - Surilian's sister, and twin at that. Opposite from the Suri Nazyl knows, Liana is very cold and calculating, almost cruel in her actions. The Lalafell is very wary of her, and feels threatened by her presence. | ||
− | :<span style="color: #33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Flynt Reddard]]''' - An obnoxiously confident Midlander Hyur, Flynt made himself known easily with his dialect and hilarious outbursts. | + | :<span style="color: #33ff22; font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;">● </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size:small;"> '''[[Flynt Reddard]]''' - An obnoxiously confident Midlander Hyur, Flynt made himself known easily with his dialect and hilarious outbursts. While Nazyl knows very little about him, he seems to feel connected with the man in a way. |
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<div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Rumours'''</div><div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#668800;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Easily Overheard Rumours'''''</span></div> | <div style="padding:10px 15px; background:#337700;font-size:20px;color:#cfd6f7;">'''Rumours'''</div><div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#668800;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Easily Overheard Rumours'''''</span></div> | ||
− | :<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> " | + | :<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> "Who? Oh him. Yeah he doesn't show up too much these suns, peiste probably ate him, good riddance." - Brass Blade |
− | :<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> " | + | :<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> "He doesn't show up in the cities for money anymore....not in that kind of gear. I reckon he struck it rich somewhere, I'd like to know where..." - Shroud Worker |
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#338800;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Somewhat Difficult To Overhear Rumours'''''</span></div> | <div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#338800;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Somewhat Difficult To Overhear Rumours'''''</span></div> | ||
− | :<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> " | + | :<font style="color:#338800;" size="3">■</font> "He's quick with a blade and shield, almost a natural. Saw that blue gumdrop disarm and kill four giants in a blizzard, all at once. Now that's something I would see Ishgardian elites do." - Fledgling Adventurer |
<div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#336600;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Rarely Overheard Rumours'''''</span></div> | <div style="padding:10px 25px; background:#336600;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'''''Rarely Overheard Rumours'''''</span></div> | ||
− | :<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> " | + | :<font style="color:#336600;" size="3">■</font> "I think I might be going crazy, but sometimes, I hear a woman's voice come from his mouth. It must be all the Somnus..." - Limsan Buccaneer |
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+ | :<font style="color:#668800;" size="3">■</font> "Quiet now, don't tell anyone, but that Lalafell right there? He's a paladin, went right up to the Sultansworn and they trained him good. They don't do that with just anyone...wonder why he's so special. Then again, I feel like everyone's a sop who'll train a beggar if they produce a good enough story." - Leering Merchant | ||
Revision as of 19:49, 26 December 2014
Contents
Character
Nazyl is a Lalafell of simple origins, and thus leads a simple lifestyle, never giving much thought to his existence. He wanders from place to place, making gil by mining or protecting others, believing that his destiny is to become a great hero...and is finding it far more difficult than he thought. What he lacks in wits, he makes up for in physical prowess, and is hardly ever seen without his faithful chocobo, Turyl.
Appearance
Nazyl stands at about 3'4", slightly taller than most other Lalafells, tanned skin, and boasts a better body for physical work, his muscles (as much as a Lalafell can have) are defined, allowing him the energy for a long day of work. Earthen brown hair is cut short, frizzed about his head, and comes down into two bushy mutton chops on his cheeks, which he is immensely proud of. Freckles dot his face and slightly darkened nose, and a blood red symbol is painted across his face, going over his verdant eyes. It's the mark of a Behemoth in his village, a symbol of strength. What he wears goes with what he's doing for the day. When he mines, he dresses in heavy dark blue cloth, padded and plated to prevent harm, lantern and hammers at his side. He usually dons a metal helmet with a light for dark caves and the like. For battle, he dresses in shining blue Templar like armor, reminiscent to the paladin gear the elite of the Sultansworn wear. Highly durable and flexible, it's accompanied by a shimmering longsword and equally impressive kite shield.
Behaviour
Nazyl is very friendly and optimistic, not afraid to walk up and start chatting with another. He speaks in a thick country accent, which tends to throw people off, and has trouble pronouncing words over three syllables long. He's rather simple minded, and is easily tricked into schemes and traps, but has a strong sense of justice, and will do absolutely anything to protect those he cares about. He's not much for starting unnecessary conflicts, and has a weakness for women, turning into a gentleman when one appears.
Combat
Much has happened over the course of his life in Eorzea, and in his quest for heroism, he's trained among some of the best fighters the realm over. Armed with the knowledge of paladins and other shieldbearers, he willfully takes up arms against darkness and its minions, fighting with far more skill than he ever hoped to achieve.
~Elaboration will come after more RP~
Tendencies
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Relationships
- ♥ Romantic Interest ♥ Sexual Desire ♥ Platonic Love ● Good Standing ● Neutral Standing ● Poor Standing
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- ■ "Who? Oh him. Yeah he doesn't show up too much these suns, peiste probably ate him, good riddance." - Brass Blade
- ■ "He doesn't show up in the cities for money anymore....not in that kind of gear. I reckon he struck it rich somewhere, I'd like to know where..." - Shroud Worker
- ■ "He's quick with a blade and shield, almost a natural. Saw that blue gumdrop disarm and kill four giants in a blizzard, all at once. Now that's something I would see Ishgardian elites do." - Fledgling Adventurer
- ■ "I think I might be going crazy, but sometimes, I hear a woman's voice come from his mouth. It must be all the Somnus..." - Limsan Buccaneer
- ■ "Quiet now, don't tell anyone, but that Lalafell right there? He's a paladin, went right up to the Sultansworn and they trained him good. They don't do that with just anyone...wonder why he's so special. Then again, I feel like everyone's a sop who'll train a beggar if they produce a good enough story." - Leering Merchant
- ■ "A true friend with a huge heart. I owe him so much after such a small time. He truly is one of those heroes from a Bard's tale." - Alex Castell
History/Timeline
Nazyl comes from the islands far south of Eorzea, where many Lalafells originated. Working as a farmhand for fifteen years, he led a simple life with dreams of one day being a mighty hero, leading a group of young Lalafellin boys into caves and forests with little more than twigs to fight imaginary monsters. He was a prankster that liked to show the boys a good time tipping Aldgoats, putting spices in people's breakfast, and other harmless jokes that tended to get him in trouble. While he grew up, he was taught humility and manners by his parents, who were strict, but wanted him to have a childhood. In his teens, he, along with the others in his little village, noticed a certain moon getting bigger...or was it getting closer?
As the moon Dalamud edged ever closer, Nazyl began to have strange dreams. One in particular, repeated several times and became clearer and clearer over the course of his teen years, involving a great light, and a great darkness, and the silhouette of a spiked warrior siding with the light, about to clash with the darkness. The dream always ended right before the clash, and the boy would wake up in a cold sweat. It was clearest on that fateful day, when the Battle of Carteneau took place. After Nazyl had awoken from his dream, he took to the orchards to pick fruits for his family, and hefted the sack toward his home after he was done. The moon was closer than it had ever been in years....and then the unthinkable happened. It exploded. Nazyl watched in both awe and horror as the red moon was dismantled, and from its remains a great dragon, one told in legend, threw itself into the sky and lit up the night air. Fire destroyed everything around it, and it was as if the world itself shuddered in response. Trees died, plants wilted, and the villagers ran screaming for their lives. A piece of the destruction, Mega-flare, made its way to the tiny village, planting a fiery crystal smack dab in the middle of it. It was a night Nazyl would never forget.
Five years had past since the calamity, and the young Lalafell was ready to depart. In the garb the village guards wore, he took up a rusted sword his father had kept for personal safety. After saying his tearful goodbyes to his parents, he told the village he would return bearing fortune and fame, promising he would be a great hero. He set north in a trade ship to Eorzea, where he would be bound for Ul'dah. It wasn't until he arrived that he found out keeping his promise was harder than he ever thought possible.
When he arrived in the desert, the heat was enough to make him pass out on the caravan, where he dreamt clearly of his vision before. The shadowed knight, throwing himself against a black void, with light behind him burning bright. He questioned its meaning yet again as he awoke in a sweat, now at the gates of the great city. He brushed it off and began showing himself off to the people, taking up jobs to rid the gates of pests such as marmots and the like. He charged outside with no knowledge on how to fight, and was trounced by the critters before he could raise his weapon. The refugees staying outside the city took him in and nursed him back to health, since the Brass Blades would leave him for dead. When he was able to walk again, he decided to take up a pick and help the poor gain income for housing to repay them for taking care of him. He became a skilled miner and had taken to selling his work for profit to help him along. As a side job, he puts himself out as an escort to protect supply caravans or take out pests, and is slowly becoming better at swordsmanship. A wanderer wearing his heart on his sleeve, he travels the realm in hopes of quelling what darkness may hide beneath it.
Footnotes
Theme Song: None
Alignment: Neutral Good