Nazyl Tharazyl
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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, spiked in the front and back, 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 green 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 the legendary Onion armor passed down in his village. Red and white, just like the colors he always wore, he stands out very well with the plume decorating his helm. By his side is a short spatha made of steel, forged for him, and a shield bearing matching colors. Whether the armor actually possesses any sort of power is unknown; The claims Nazyl has made about it have not yet been proven, and as of now it just looks like an ordinary suit of Onion armor.
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
While Nazyl has traveled far and wide in Eorzea, and experienced many threats, he isn't very well versed in swordplay. He still becomes fearful and afraid when faced with something that can possibly kill him, and tends to stick with low paying jobs to ward away barely harmful creatures. After a fatal encounter with two thieves, killing them made him question his place in the world. Since he had never killed in his life, he wondered if maybe this wasn't the profession for him, but has decided to stick with it regardless, and vowed to be a master swordsman. After donning the Onion armor, his courage has doubled, making him more likely to attack in a fight. This has no real effect on his skill, but it does make him slightly more dangerous. Numerous bouts in the Wolves' Den has done little for the Lalafell in terms of combat. While he is far better than he previously ever was, there is still nothing to praise about his swordsmanship.
~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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- ■ "That little fella? Good head on his shoulders, will get ya a good amount of rocks fast." - Ul'dahn Patron
- ■ "Heard he does a little bit of fighting, but...it's a Lalafell, how much of a fighter could he be?" -Limsan Citizen
- ■ "Heard he took on one of them Amalj'aa in a duel and came out unscathed. How does a little feller like him even reach the blasted beastman?" - Flame Private
- ■ "He wants to be a hero, like the ones in children's storybooks...what kind of adult wishes to be that? He's little more than a child himself." - Wandering Thief
- ■ "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