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| citizenship = Limsa Lominsa
 
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsa
 
| name = Rhotdornn Hyrtfyrsyn
 
| name = Rhotdornn Hyrtfyrsyn
| title = Son of Autumn
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| title = The Son of Autumn
 
| image = Estel9.png
 
| image = Estel9.png
 
| caption = '''''"Ever tried outrunning lightning?"'''''
 
| caption = '''''"Ever tried outrunning lightning?"'''''
| main_job = DRK/MNK/MCH
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| main_job = DRK/PLD/SAM
| crafting = BSM/ARM/CRP
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| crafting = BSM/ARM/CRP/CUL
 
| server = Balmung
 
| server = Balmung
 
| role = Tank/DPS
 
| role = Tank/DPS
 
| gender = Male
 
| gender = Male
 
| age = Young Adult/Adult (Mid 20's-30's)
 
| age = Young Adult/Adult (Mid 20's-30's)
| height = 7'8" Fulm, 5.9 Ilm
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| height = 7'9" Fulm, 7.9 Ilm
| weight = 380 Ponze
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| weight = 1025 Ponze
 
| eyes = Red
 
| eyes = Red
 
| hair = Red with tangerine highlights
 
| hair = Red with tangerine highlights
 
| complexion = Albino
 
| complexion = Albino
| build = Stocky, muscular, toned
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| build = Stocky, muscular, strongman
| features = Various scars, tattoos over his right arm
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| features = Various scars, tattoos over his right arm, well doffed with body hair
 
| race = [[Roegadyn]]
 
| race = [[Roegadyn]]
 
| clan = Sea Wolf
 
| clan = Sea Wolf
| fc = Moogle Skyways <<MS-RP>>
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| fc = The Mithrin Sails <<YARR!>>
 
| guardian = Althyk, the Keeper
 
| guardian = Althyk, the Keeper
 
| sexuality = Heterosexual
 
| sexuality = Heterosexual
| occupation = Pirate/Engineer
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| occupation = Company Captain | Sky Pirate | Ranger
 
| education = Homeschooled, learned
 
| education = Homeschooled, learned
 
| marital = Single
 
| marital = Single
 
| alignment = Chaotic Neutral/Good
 
| alignment = Chaotic Neutral/Good
| rep = ???
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| rep = Wanted Sky Pirate Captain, heir of Hyrthyml, ambassador
| items = Greatsword, daggers, firearm, magitek gadgets
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| items = Greatsword, daggers, firearm, magitek gadgets, silver bolts, Hyrthyml battle horn
 
| strength = 9
 
| strength = 9
 
| pdef = 9
 
| pdef = 9
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| luck = 2
 
| luck = 2
 
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<big>'''Rhotdornn Hyrtfyrsyn'''</big>
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<big>'''Rhotdornn Etarellion II Hyrtfyrsyn'''</big>
 
[[File:Lionhead.png|680px|thumb|left|align|Rhotdornn's banner.]]
 
[[File:Lionhead.png|680px|thumb|left|align|Rhotdornn's banner.]]
 
==Character==
 
==Character==
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'''Rhotdornn 'Lion' Hyrtfyrsyn''' marches through the lands of Eorzea as a full-blooded Sea Wolf Roegadyn. Once with a sizeable ship at his disposal, ''The Axis,'' and with a unshakable deck crew to boost did he scour the Seas of Eorzea, both by water and by cloud, until the setting of the Astral age with the coming of the Calamity. Firstborn to the fabled Hyrtfyrdyn clan, Rhotdornn laid every right to inherit his father's legacy--the title of the Sundering Seashark, the majestic vessel of his senior, as well as the ownership over their tiny and remote island on Aerslaent, where he had been both born and raised. His youth was counted down in days of harrying the coasts of the surrounding archipelagoes--yet his greatest feats were achieved right on the shores of The Old World of Sharlayan. No love was lost between the pirate captain and the Forum, as his constant meddling, raiding and pillaging of their trade routes grew greater and greater in intensity. At length, Sharlayan became his sought-after booty--he'd revere the knowledge within its secluded borders, yet he'd turn sail and anchor around cruising the collection of islands, not intent on granting the booksmart folk enough time for reprieve and wound-licking. Be that as it may've, an end had to come with the approach of Dalamud's crash. His ship had been ''airbound'' in a fatal proximity to Cartenau when the fabled clash of the Eorzean Alliance and the Imperial would-be conquest had been met with dance of steel and cinder. Once the coils of Dalamud, the lesser Moon, gave way and the dire-wyrm Bahamut soared the skies anew did the ship suffer a fatal blast of raw aether, immediately thereafter spiraling into sea-level and thus scattering its crewhands across Eorzea, as one after the other awoke ashore in different parts--and different predicaments all the same. Estel, as was one of his more common nicknames, found himself at the mercy of the Moraby wharf with no memory or gil to his name, where he was lifted up by a patrol and taken to brief rest to regain his spirits, only to be met with an offer once in appropriate health--find fame and fortune within the folds of the Armada of the Barracudas.
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'''Rhotdornn 'Lion' Hyrtfyrsyn''' marches through the lands of Eorzea as a full-blooded Sea Wolf Roegadyn. Once with a sizeable ship at his disposal, ''The Axis,'' and with a unshakable deck crew to boot, did the Northerner scour the Seas of Eorzea, both by water and by cloud, until the setting of the Astral age with the coming of the Calamity. Firstborn to the fabled Hyrtfyrdyn clan, Rhotdornn laid every right to inherit his father's legacy--the title of the Sundering Seashark, the majestic vessel of his senior, as well as the ownership over '''the West,''' a remote island, playing part of the greater archipelago that comprised '''Aerslaent,''' where he had been both born and raised. His youth was counted in days of harrying the coasts of the surrounding archipelagos--yet his greatest feats were achieved right on the shores of '''The Old World of Sharlayan.''' No love was lost between the pirate captain and the Forum, as his constant meddling, raiding and pillaging of their trade routes grew greater and greater in intensity. At length, Sharlayan became his sought-after booty--he'd revere the knowledge within its secluded borders, yet he'd turn sail and anchor around cruising the collection of islands, not intent on granting the booksmart folk enough time for reprieve and wound-licking. Be that as it may've, an end had to come with the approach of Dalamud's crash. His ship had been ''airbound'' in a fatal proximity to Cartenau when the fabled clash of the Eorzean Alliance and the Imperial would-be conquest had been met with dance of steel and cinder. Once the coils of Dalamud, the lesser Moon, gave way and the dire-wyrm Bahamut soared the skies anew did the ship suffer a fatal blast of raw aether, immediately thereafter spiraling into sea-level and thus scattering its crewhands across Eorzea, as one after the other awoke ashore in different parts--and different predicaments all the same. Estel, as was one of his more common nicknames, found himself at the mercy of the Moraby wharf with no memory or gil to his name, where he was lifted up by a patrol and taken to brief rest to regain his spirits, only to be met with an offer once in appropriate health--find fame and fortune within the folds of the Free Companies of Eorzea.
 
 
Whilst most of his credibility lay in his affinity of martial arts, handling a ship's steering wheel, manning anvil, hammer, forge alike and in general not sparing many-a-comment most oft, all of it had still been put under a cynical judgment of his fellow peers, and where his recruitment into the Maelstrom was supposed to remain classified to not raise uproar within its ranks, eventually rumors leaked out, adding a foundation to the doubt of fellow Wolves and Guards alike, the idea of someone rising through the ranks of their proud Company, an ex-felon no less, not sitting too well with the other recruits and veterans alike. As such, despite the discriminating glimpses that chanced their way towards him, the Roegadyn set himself a goal worthy of pursuit--battle his amnesia, uncover the truth of his past and regain the reins over his life, all the while indulging masks and hidden names to starve off preying ears and eager mercenaries. '''[Full name must be learned ICly]'''
 
  
 
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #C00F0F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Appearance & Personality</div>===
 
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #C00F0F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Appearance & Personality</div>===
  
Moons of dedication towards nurturing a fit physique had eventually blossomed into a robust body, decked with a sizeable carpet of hair upon porcelain-pale albino flesh, and heavens-scraping heights--as was more or less expected of a healthy and hale Roegadyn male. From tip to toe do the colors of flaming red, autumn orange and pearlescent white play in combination, most notably expressed by the tint of his longer, wavy hair, with a bold, crimson shade at its base flowing into profound tangerine hues at the tips of its strands. A smudge of war paint is expressed below his left eye in the shape of a sickle, and both of his irises bear a vibrant, deep scarlet-ruby texture. The lines of his thick brows share the same shade of color with his hair, and upon the flesh of his face lie three scars--twin-fang scars etched into the lower left side of his jaw and spanning across his left cheek, and a cross-scar imprinted over the socket of his right eye, intruding his eyebrow. His broad sternum bears very defined collarbones and mountainous shoulders to boot. Upon his pectorals a scar lingers, much reminiscent of the shape of a bird with spread wings, encroaching both breasts in terms of width, and from the wounded tissue, upon the carpet of ginger chest hair grows a redder, bloody texture of hair. His belly is tightened by a layer of muscle with little presence of fat, especially in the region of his abdomen, and his hips are wide, yet well-sculpted, joining into thick, lengthy legs fit for a proper juggernaut. His arms are broad, spanning long, with a good measure of girth to his biceps, sizeable palms. Most commonly wears a Dalamud-red longcoat, ebony pants, grey gloves and boots and various trinkets serving as accessories, with a bonetooth necklace slung around his burly neck.
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Moons of dedication towards nurturing a fit physique had eventually blossomed into a robust body, decked with a sizeable carpet of hair upon porcelain-pale albino flesh, and heavens-scraping heights--as was more or less expected of a healthy and hale Roegadyn male. From tip to toe do the colors of flaming red, autumn orange and pearlescent white play in combination, most notably expressed by the tint of his longer, wavy hair, with a bold, crimson shade at its base flowing into profound tangerine hues at the tips of its strands. A smudge of war paint is expressed below his left eye in the shape of a twin-sickle, and both of his irises bear a vibrant, deep scarlet-ruby texture. The lines of his shapely, dense brows share the same shade of color with his hair, and upon the flesh of his face lie three scars--twin-fang scars etched into the lower left side of his jaw and spanning across his left cheek, and a cross-scar imprinted over the socket of his right eye, intruding his eyebrow. His broad sternum bears very defined collarbones and gargantuan shoulders to boot. Upon his pectorals a scar lingers, much reminiscent of the shape of a bird with spread wings, encroaching both breasts in terms of width, and from the wounded tissue, upon the carpet of vermilion chest hair grows a lighter, tangerine texture of hair. His belly is tightened by a layer of muscle with little presence of fat, especially in the region of his abdomen, and his hips are wide, yet well-sculpted, joining into thick, lengthy legs fit for a proper juggernaut. His arms are broad, spanning long, with a good measure of girth to his biceps, ending in sizable palms. Most commonly wears a wine-red swallow-longcoat, ebony pants, fingerless gloves and leather-layered, heavy boots as well as various trinkets serving as accessories, with a bonetooth necklace, a sterling set of dogtags and a crystalline, encased ruby slung around his burly neck.
  
  
Having had life breathed into him on the 13th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon truly makes Rhotdornn a taurus by horoscope standards. Stubborn to the core, protective and calm, the Roegadyn at seldom expresses certain fatherly traits, once his walls have been chipped down. Most often serious, collected and invested into his thoughts, the male Wolf leaves much to be desired at first meeting, yet he shows an ability to carry on and maintain conversation unexpectedly momentarily afterwards. Once more comfort has been procured from the lumbering behemoth, a far more pleasant soul is to be discovered underneath the would-be grumpy attitude and general act of disdain for conversation. Depending on the levels of trust 'twixt his company and himself, the Roegadyn can be a stern rock, an idle conversationalist or a grinning giant with a heart of gold. He likes a good joke, folk with a sense of humor and with a tale or two to tell of their deeds and misdeeds.
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Having had life breathed into him on the 14th Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon truly makes Rhotdornn a Son of Autumn, as his native title suggests. Stubborn to the core, protective and calm, the Roegadyn at seldom expresses certain fatherly traits, once his walls have been chipped down. Most often serious, collected and invested into his thoughts, the male Wolf leaves much to be desired at first meeting, yet he shows an ability to carry on and maintain conversation unexpectedly momentarily afterwards. Once more comfort has been extracted from the lumbering behemoth, a far more pleasant soul is to be discovered underneath the would-be grouchy attitude and general act of disdain for conversation. Depending on the levels of trust 'twixt his company and himself, the Roegadyn can be a stern rock, an idle conversationalist or a grinning giant with a heart of gold. Fond of a good joke, folk with a sense of humor and with a tale or two to tell of their deeds and misdeeds will often earn the spark of his interest.
  
 
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #C00F0F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Combat</div>===
 
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #C00F0F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Combat</div>===
  
 
[[File:Estel10.png|400px|thumb|left|Always in favor on leveled ground.]]
 
[[File:Estel10.png|400px|thumb|left|Always in favor on leveled ground.]]
When the gauntlet is thrown down and diplomacy falls on deaf ears, Etarellion is not one to cower before employing toppling force. Prior to his awakening, the Roegadyn was an exemplary duelist, most proficient in the art of trading blows with dual-handed broadswords, but as his amnesia rendered him forgetful of his talent, he has turned to more mobile disciplines of combat--namely, fist-to-fist arts of brawling, and anything in general that required him to spend most of his time warily on his feet, or propelled and lunging through the air, which is why the sealed arts of a Monk took to him nigh-instantly, and the spear of the Dragoon was quick to follow. Anything boasting no shortage of acrobatics and resulting in no less than a gallon of sweat allows him to swiftly adapt to that fighting style, and his weapon of choice remains a dual, steel-plated pair of Wargfangs, edited and fashioned after his own design. Prior to that, his soul-bound blade, Dunachar (In translation, 'Avenger of the West') served as his primary companion on brave sailing voyages.[[File:Estel8.png|400px|thumb|right|Never a stranger to them, always feels right at home with the clouds.]]
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When the gauntlet is thrown down and diplomacy falls on deaf ears, Rhotdornn is not one to cower before employing toppling force. Prior to his awakening, the Roegadyn was an exemplary duelist, most proficient in the art of trading blows with dual-handed broadswords--as well as a dexterous shot with longbow and quiver alike. Be that as it may, as his amnesia robbed him of his muscle memory, he has turned to yet more mobile disciplines of combat--namely, fist-to-fist arts of brawling, and anything in general that required him to spend most of his time warily on his feet, or propelled and lunging through the air, which is why the sacred arts of a Monk took to him nigh-instantly, and the gear of the Machinist was quick to follow. Anything boasting no shortage of acrobatics and resulting in no less than a gallon of sweat allows him to swiftly adapt to that fighting style, and his weapons of choice remain, depending on the predicament, either his trusty longbow or double-barreled magitek firearm, edited and fashioned after his own design. Prior to that, his soul-bound blade, Dunachar (In translation, 'Avenger of the West') served as his primary companion on brave sailing voyages.[[File:Estel8.png|400px|thumb|right|Never a stranger to them, always feels right at home with the clouds.]]
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: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Reading
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Reading
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Metalwork
 
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: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Autumn
  
 
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: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice  
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Cowardice  
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Avarice
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Avarice
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Close-minded groups
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: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Narrow-minded groups
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Turncoats
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Turncoats
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Elitists
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Elitists
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Laziness
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Laziness
 
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: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Winter
  
 
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: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Alignment: Chaotic Neutral/Good
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Alignment: Chaotic Neutral/Good
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Vice(s): Pride, Wrath
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Vice(s): Pride, Wrath
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: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Virtue(s): Patience, Temperance
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Food: Grilled seafood and meat
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: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Food: Grilled lobster
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: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Favorite Drink: Bacchus Red
 
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: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Engineering projects/tech tinkering (assisting his twin more-so rather)
 
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<center>''Much and more is there to be said about the Echo--the most prominent theory of it varying from one wielder to another. So far, all that is known to his closest-knit kin is that Etarellion is indeed more than merely rumored of possessing the Echo--but to that extent that its neutral atonement is brought into question as it, pre-Calamity, began to lean further and further towards the element of Wind, especially in the presence of gales, windstorms and most notably out of all, Sea of Clouds' Umbral Winds weather.'' '''[This part, as well as its remainder, must be found out ICly.]''' </center>
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<center>''Much and more is there to be said about the Echo--the most prominent theory of it varying from one wielder to another. So far, all that is known to his closest-knit kin is that Rhotdornn is indeed more than merely rumored of possessing the Echo--but to that extent that its neutral atonement is brought into question as it, pre-Calamity, began to lean further and further towards the element of Wind, especially in the presence of gales, windstorms and most notably out of all, Sea of Clouds' Umbral Winds weather. Yet, winds are but heralds of greater change--and as such, an intercession was soon implored by the twin threads of fate, and a particular Raven set out to right the wrongs within Dornn's aetherial settings--toiling dusk and dawn throughout in an effort to, at long last, revert the Calamitous dents, and realign the Lion of Aerslaent--and later of, Ishgard--back into the aetherial trail of the Fire element. '' '''[This part, as well as its remainder, must be found out ICly.]''' </center>
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #E24B05;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Hyrthyml Isil -- The cradle of Sea Wolves</div>===
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[[File:Hyrthyml1.jpg|450px|thumb|left|The Westernmost island of Aerslaent, Hyrthyml Isil.
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<br> '''https://hyrthyml-isil.tumblr.com/''']]
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Many and more wonders revolve around the enchanted island of Hyrthyml. Once, even if only briefly, an open port of trade centuries ago, this far-flung rock has long since closed its borders to outsiders, remaining somewhere on the outskirts of Aerslaent, and bordering with Sharlayan waters. Quizzically, '''its presence eludes even the savviest of navigators, and the hardiest of captains--as if wiped off all maps itself, the island has become, ever shrouded in mystery as of not-so-recent.''' Guarded by four elemental Wards feeding upon surrounding aether, as well as a few natural repellents to sea and sky vessel, the isle has stood its ground against the tooth of time.
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Titles such as the Island of Seasons Unending, the Island of Song come with merit--all four seasons are simultaneously present upon its shores, in different regions, while a flock of syrens keeps vigil of its shores. Four Courts govern the politics, with one at the head of them all, and two Councils of Equinoxes. The Courts count that of Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter, with the Court of Autumn presiding over all official matters.
  
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Various sub-clans and tribes of Sea Wolves--and even an exceptional few Hellsguard--roam the untamed yet gorgeous scenery of the island--from the verdant greenery of '''Brynholl''' where horses stampede with nary a care in the world, through the mysterious ruins of '''Gwaith-I-Nanduirion's Ford,''' to the desolate wastes of '''Isilask Lago,''' keeping watch over the southern waters, there is no shortage of enthralling beauty, captivating mystery and yet, impeding danger upon this traditional, Sea Wolf soil. Furs, mantles, cloaks, axes, daggers, longships, battle horns follow the viking denizens of the isle, where some turn to piracy within its honorable fleets, others devote themselves to studying the lay of the land's magic, and the rest content themselves with a life of trading betwixt villages, fishing, cultivating wine, and thus onward.
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'''[I] Sternoss/Bannadir(in the Eorzean tongue),''' his faithful chocobo. Sadly, Rhotdornn retired him a year or so ago due to the mounting perils possibly proving a tad too fatal for the stalwart feather-kin, if only so in his master’s opinion.
  
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'''[II] Galladross,''' Rhotdornn’s main and mount of eld–an absolutely massive, incredibly tenacious and ferocious Gryphon–and likewise, the Roegadyn’s best friend and main travel companion. The two share a more friendly, deep bond than mere master-pet usually do–if there is anyone the skeptic grouch of a Sea Wolf trusts, it’d be none other than his steadfast mount–often referred to as ‘soulmount’ due to their connection and incredibly profound history.
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'''[III]  Rannaskar,''' the Gryphon hatchling–not to be confused with Galladross, the full-grown, main companion of the Roegadyn. Rannaskar is quite a temperamental little devil, most oft seeing flitting and pecking around the Rainlander’s shoulder. He’s got an ego, and is not afraid to show it–yet he is, to his master, of no lesser importance than any of the companions, despite being more of a pet, due to his youthful stage in life. Has a secret nest next to Dornn’s own bed in his apartment.
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'''[IV] Ferryar,''' the lesser red panda. Likewise more of a pet, but no less than the other adventuring crowd. The sweet panda is the main playmate of Rannaskar–and contrary to the hatchling’s bold behavior, the critter himself offers more of a tender, playful, affectionate demeanor. He enjoys cuddles, pets and most importantly–treats. Has a puffed sleeping pillow next to the hatchling’s nest, by the Roegadyn’s bedside. Is the twin of another red panda in the careless belonging of Rhotdornn’s own twin.
 
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::* Decently holds his liquor.
 
::* Addicted to milk in closed sessions of sipping it; takes him a great deal of willpower to resist it after a few canisters.
 
::* Addicted to milk in closed sessions of sipping it; takes him a great deal of willpower to resist it after a few canisters.
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::* Owner of a personal workshop in the Goblet.
 
::* Adores and fascinates over Gryphons.
 
::* Adores and fascinates over Gryphons.
 
::* Secretly has a Gryphon hatchling in his office's back partition, with its own tiny sleeping nest of cloth by his bedside.
 
::* Secretly has a Gryphon hatchling in his office's back partition, with its own tiny sleeping nest of cloth by his bedside.
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::* Distrustful of witches.
 
::* Distrustful of witches.
 
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::* Holds a grudge against the Shroud's Elementals.
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::* Maintains a strong affection and equal respect for the Vanu and the Sylph tribes.
 
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: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Mother: Zirnthubyr Usynundwyn
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Mother: Zirnthubyr Usynundwyn
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Sister(s): Rallyrwyda Hyrtfyrwyn, Zirnwyda Hyrtfyrwyn, Furious Gryphon
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Sister(s): Rallyrwyda Hyrtfyrwyn, Zirnwyda Hyrtfyrwyn, Furious Gryphon
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Brother(s): Rhotdhem Etchellion Hyrtfyrsyn, Bitter Bear
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: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Brother(s): Rhotdhem Etchellion Hyrtfyrsyn, Bitter Bear, Zwelfaren Hyrtfyrsyn
  
 
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: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Keimahl Sterrgeimwyn
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: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Adellene Hocoleux
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Werfollow Xavalien
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: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Werfollow Lumiere
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Rivienne d'Marcellus
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: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Rivienne Marcellus
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Nalukai Swarfjaryn
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Nalukai Swarfjaryn
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Avena Yara
 
: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Avena Yara
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: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Sylvan Rain
  
 
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: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Alignment: Too many, yet too few to count.
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: <font style="color:#8C0303;" size="3">■</font> Grymansa Wintrammsyn
  
 
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::* ''Wonder what sort of weapon those things at his sides are...?''
 
::* ''Wonder what sort of weapon those things at his sides are...?''
::* ''Doffin' the Red of the Maelstrom jus' yesterday, an' now steering a ship 'lready? Has the Admiral been snortin' too much Gobbue moss lately?''
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::* ''Catch 'im oft down at the wharf in the midst o' night. E'er starin' haplessly at the Moon. Won'er what has 'im so invested.''
 
::* ''Won'er what's so bloody interestitn' in that book he 'as with him every day to be readin' it so much...''
 
::* ''Won'er what's so bloody interestitn' in that book he 'as with him every day to be readin' it so much...''
  
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[Feel free to add and edit your own input in this section if your character has anything of note to say about Dornn!]
 
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: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font>Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font>Platonic Love <font style="color:#4DF0B9;" size="3">♥</font>Close Friend  <font style="color:#3EE31E;" size="3">●</font>Good Standing  <font style="color:#DBBB2A;" size="3">●</font>Neutral Standing  <font style="color:#7D1E09;" size="3">✖</font>Poor Standing</center>
 
: <center><font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font>Romantic Interest    <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3">♥</font>Platonic Love <font style="color:#4DF0B9;" size="3">♥</font>Close Friend  <font style="color:#3EE31E;" size="3">●</font>Good Standing  <font style="color:#DBBB2A;" size="3">●</font>Neutral Standing  <font style="color:#7D1E09;" size="3">✖</font>Poor Standing</center>
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: <font style="color:#3EE31E;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Tranquil Moon]]'''
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:: └► Rhotdornn's former lover. He still thinks fondly of her, and keeps her as a pleasant memory of his childhood.
  
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: <font style="color:#4DF0B9;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Rivienne d'Marcellus]]'''  
 
: <font style="color:#4DF0B9;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Rivienne d'Marcellus]]'''  
:: └► "Suppose... Not ''all'' Elezen are rotten to their wretched hearts. The Shroudmaiden goes a long way to parade that, and longer yet. Her gold, however, does hide poison."
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:: └► Rhotdornn saved her life once, and from then on, the two have fostered a firm bond of friendship.
  
 
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: <font style="color:#FA70BC;" size="3"></font> '''[[Keimahl Sterrgeimwyn]]''' :
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: <font style="color:#3EE31E;" size="3"></font> '''[[Nalukai_Swarfjaryn]]'''
:: └► "Sassy. Has bite to match her bark. Something has me telling there's far more to her underneath that dusky skin."
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:: └► His former Free Company mate. Despite their odd dynamic, he still kept her in fonder thoughts.
  
 
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: <font style="color:#4DF0B9;" size="3"></font> '''[[Nalukai Swarfjaryn]]''' :  
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: <font style="color:#3EE31E;" size="3"></font> '''[[Averia Aisly]]''' :  
:: └► "Not what you'd expect from your usual Miqo'te... Wears her scars with pride, save for one. Well-raised. If things turned out different, we would probably be decent comrades... Maybe friends down the road, too."
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:: └► Likewise a former Free Company mate. He kept her in less... Amiable memories.
  
 
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: <font style="color:#3EE31E;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Avena Yara]]''' :  
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: <font style="color:#3EE31E;" size="3">●</font> '''[[Zwelfaren Hyrtfyrsyn]]''' :  
:: └► "Vee. Seems eager, energetic, yet young. Likes to learn new trades, curious about technology, a bit of a young'un on the battlefield. Give her a few years and I've no doubt I'll have a decent sparring partner ere long."
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:: └► "Much and more to say and dangerously claim here. Chance has it he may be my blood. Dug him out of a ditch but recently. All that remains is to play out the relationship and see for myself."
  
 
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:<font style="color:#4DF0B9;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Werfollow Xavalien de Luminaire]]''' :  
:: └► "Representative of the Skyways. Likes to laze about a tidbit too much for my taste. Got a soft spot for the other Company members. Suppose we fill in eachother's... Flaws, or so."
 
 
 
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:<font style="color:#4DF0B9;" size="3">♥</font> '''[[Werfollow d'Xavalien]]''' :  
 
 
:: └► "..."  
 
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===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #C00F0F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Biography</div>===
 
===<div style="padding:10px 15px; background: #C00F0F;font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF;">Biography</div>===
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Born to the Hyrtfyrsyn clan, with his surname meaning 'Autumn Fire Son', Estel shared the cradle with his sister Rallyrwida, his twin-brother Etchellion and, a short bit later, his adoptive Hellsguard brother, Bitter Bear. However, even in his greenest of days did the Roegadyn babe display a trait not often chanced upon, for he could commune easily with his surrounding, be they man, beast or things of similar-cut fashion. As his talents for speechcraft and wordsmithing grew, the encroaching teenage years bid winds of both change and insecurity. In due time did it come to his realization that such a gift had been none other than the blessing of the Echo, and with it a choice had been laid bare--to use it for either means of ill, less sinister, grey-lined acts or devote this newfound trait of Mother Hydaelyn to better the world. Much and more transpired in the advancing days, likewise was it that in his youth he expressed a natural fondness of wind and all that revolved around it, and with the coming of age, his interest in scientific and engineering gadgets swelled, eventually leading to him trying his own hand at those fields. After countless feats of trial and error, eventually some proper devices emerged, yet even they weren't without fail. As it grew to be less of a hobby and more of a vocation, the burly Sea Wolf invested himself more into fixing and perfecting his toys, and following his example was his twin brother, Etchellion, who saw it fit to aid his sibling by crafting various utensils to speed their work. As it grew to became a family passion, their father saw it fit to introduce them to their promised inherited legacy--the long-kept tradition of Sky Sailing, for which their clan had grown in both renown and infamy over the encompassing Astral and Umbral ages alike. Henceforth it wasn't terribly long ere the construction of their very own vessel--with every child taking part in its birth. Such was it that ''The Axis'' came into being, and not long before was it that, with the aid of the Lionsmane Synworks, which became a joint project of the children--an engineering ironworks gearshop and skyship facility--was it that it set off, beginning an era of Sky Cruising. However, as he came to mature and become of age, Etarellion was in this stead summoned to enlist within the ranks of the Maelstrom, as his racial heritage dictated and his tactical leadership, dueling and ship-steering skills were placed under a scope's lens. Electing to follow his own star, he turned to evading the Admiral's musters and manning his own steering wheel instead. Eventually, with Estel as Captain, the Hyrtfyrsyn legacy aspired to greater feats, enrolling into the life of a Sky Pirate instead, yet their case was not one lacking righteousness. Whilst their deeds bordered on felony and crime, their motives were far more benevolent--but nobody needed to know the latter. Kidnapping high-ranking, corrupt officers, helping falsely-accused charges flee the City-states, hunting down and extracting noblemen and women who thought themselves above the law whilst illegally poaching on protected, endangered ground were but many of their accusations, and like laurels did they wear them all the same. Time did well to allow them the leisure of such lifestyle for an extensive amount, yet eventually as their notoriety rose, so too did the interest in their bounties--mainly composed by the Grand Companies offering a decent sum to sellswords and other Free Companies for the capture of each individual of the crewhands. Much and more did the Axis struggle to evade its captors, and the pursuits grew ever more frequent by each passing day. Eventually, having fallen to a greater scheme, one day within the realm of the Sea of Clouds the grand vessel was hooked and reeled to a drifting island, leaving it at the mercy of the hired muscles. As he saw no other exit, the Sea Wolf Captain set out his advance, sheathing his trusty broadsword and slowly beginning to walk a rope that connected the assailing vessel on their flank. Once met with his would-be captors upon foreign deck, a large, noisy Roegadyn plastered his ultimatum before the Captain--his shoulderpads bearing the etched emblem of a higher-up Maelstrom Barracuda. The offer in itself included no luxury of choice--enlist within the ranks of Lominsa's armada or face certain execution and doom ultimately. It was then that the fortunes of weather favored them, for umbral winds began roaring and yanking at the collective mosaic of scattered isles and tied ships, and before long did a cask of contained powder howl out in a vicious explosion coming from the host island, with the Axis snapping all reins in tow and separating from the intruding vessel of the Maelstrom. As commotion bred within the upper ranks, the moment they attempted to lay grip and claim over Etarellion's arm, the nimble Sea Wolf dipped down lower, jabbing his elbow within the belly of the Storm Captain whilst dodging his captors' ravenous grip and making for the creaking ledge of the ship's worn hull. Bolting off from the edge of the planks, Estel caught onto the last fleeting, snapped rope, binding it around his wrist with no lack of haste, thus allowing himself to be swept up and away by his own fleeing ship. Once out of sight did he mount the rope, ascending to the upper deck, and even as they began to lose their chasers, swallowed by the strings of mist that seeped into each crank and crook, the offer still rang in the depths of his mind. He knew that he'd never willingly aid the Maelstrom in their cause, however the chases grew more and more erratic with the passing hour, and soon they'd be at a loss of places to flee--no mention to be had of the lack of reliable resources to fuel the crew's functioning.
 
 
 
Eventually, his heart and pocket gave in alike, yet not without precaution and scheming. After a year and a half did he finally turn to the Maelstrom's wing, the evasive Captain finally allowed himself to be captured, even if falsely so. His role served that of an agent within uncharted territory--providing the Axis with vital information of the Armada's movements, and in turn helping Lominsan citizenry with his service in the Storm. Appointed with one of the lower ranks, the years of tireless toiling upon two fronts saw him ascend through the ranks--ultimately yielding him the rank of Elite High Storm Commander, a few notches lower than those his father and grandfather donned on their own badges. His salary served to further the ambitions of the Axis, whilst his talents left little room for doubt and suspicion within the Crimson fleet of Limsa--a balance he sought to keep well.
 
 
 
Back on the ship, each member was of grand value to the deck, and in such an environment little could sow discord within their ranks, save for a decimating, cataclysmic event--such description allotted to the Calamity. Though records of this unfolding are of neglected state and faulty content, the last sighting spot of this once-great vessel proved to be the flats of Cartenau--and as it dispersed in thin air once Dalamud's crash became imminent, so too did its Captain, notably recorded missing within the ranks of the Barracudas during the great clash against the Garleans. Nothing was seen, heard nor recorded of Etarellion eversince, for every attempt to call his being into memory was met with ultimate fixed amnesia within the minds of those who stood to witness the Calamity. Innumerable days, hours or weeks afterwards, a new resident was plucked into the bosom of Aleport right from the spitting shore of its wharf--a Roegadyn ridden of consciousness with neither record nor gil to his name.
 
 
 
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Now on a quest to regain his memories and see himself back in control, Estel seeks to venture North, where the winds blow strongest. There he is confident to dig up whatever trace remains of his past life, and hopefully mend what can be mended. Unknowingly bearing the emblem of the Synworks on his back he strives forward, with his leonine mask on his noggin and his heart in his sleeves in the hopes of finally concluding the riddle of his former life, and thus he sets off--striving Heavensward.
 
 
 
  
 
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File:Lionhead.png|Rhotdornn's logo--credits reserved to Keimahl Sterrgeimwyn.
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File:Lion1.png | Rhotdornn's trusty razor--Editing credits reserved to Nalukai Swarfjaryn
 
File:Lion1.png | Rhotdornn's trusty razor--Editing credits reserved to Nalukai Swarfjaryn
 
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'''<br> https://hyrthyml-isil.tumblr.com/</center>'''
  
 
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Latest revision as of 09:04, 27 March 2020


Limsa Lominsa-transparent.png Rhotdornn Hyrtfyrsyn
The Son of Autumn
Estel9.png
"Ever tried outrunning lightning?"
OOC Character Information
Main Job(s): DRK/PLD/SAM
Main Tradeskill: BSM/ARM/CRP/CUL
Preferred Role: Tank/DPS
Server: Balmung
Status
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral/Good
Reputation: Wanted Sky Pirate Captain, heir of Hyrthyml, ambassador
Occupation: Company Captain
Education: Homeschooled, learned
Marital Status: Single
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Guardian: Althyk, the Keeper
Free Company
The Mithrin Sails <<YARR!>>
Items Carried
Greatsword, daggers, firearm, magitek gadgets, silver bolts, Hyrthyml battle horn
Characteristics
Race: Roegadyn
Clan: Sea Wolf
Age: Young Adult/Adult (Mid 20's-30's)
Height: 7'9" Fulm, 7.9 Ilm
Weight: 1025 Ponze
Eyes: Red
Hair: Red with tangerine highlights
Complexion: Albino
Physical Build: Stocky, muscular, strongman
Notable Features: Various scars, tattoos over his right arm, well doffed with body hair
Attributes
 
   Strength
   P.Defense
 
   Dexterity
   M.Defense
 
   Martial Prowess
   Intelligence
 
   Magic Affinity
   Luck
   
 

Rhotdornn Etarellion II Hyrtfyrsyn

Rhotdornn's banner.

Character

Basic Info

Rhotdornn 'Lion' Hyrtfyrsyn marches through the lands of Eorzea as a full-blooded Sea Wolf Roegadyn. Once with a sizeable ship at his disposal, The Axis, and with a unshakable deck crew to boot, did the Northerner scour the Seas of Eorzea, both by water and by cloud, until the setting of the Astral age with the coming of the Calamity. Firstborn to the fabled Hyrtfyrdyn clan, Rhotdornn laid every right to inherit his father's legacy--the title of the Sundering Seashark, the majestic vessel of his senior, as well as the ownership over the West, a remote island, playing part of the greater archipelago that comprised Aerslaent, where he had been both born and raised. His youth was counted in days of harrying the coasts of the surrounding archipelagos--yet his greatest feats were achieved right on the shores of The Old World of Sharlayan. No love was lost between the pirate captain and the Forum, as his constant meddling, raiding and pillaging of their trade routes grew greater and greater in intensity. At length, Sharlayan became his sought-after booty--he'd revere the knowledge within its secluded borders, yet he'd turn sail and anchor around cruising the collection of islands, not intent on granting the booksmart folk enough time for reprieve and wound-licking. Be that as it may've, an end had to come with the approach of Dalamud's crash. His ship had been airbound in a fatal proximity to Cartenau when the fabled clash of the Eorzean Alliance and the Imperial would-be conquest had been met with dance of steel and cinder. Once the coils of Dalamud, the lesser Moon, gave way and the dire-wyrm Bahamut soared the skies anew did the ship suffer a fatal blast of raw aether, immediately thereafter spiraling into sea-level and thus scattering its crewhands across Eorzea, as one after the other awoke ashore in different parts--and different predicaments all the same. Estel, as was one of his more common nicknames, found himself at the mercy of the Moraby wharf with no memory or gil to his name, where he was lifted up by a patrol and taken to brief rest to regain his spirits, only to be met with an offer once in appropriate health--find fame and fortune within the folds of the Free Companies of Eorzea.

Appearance & Personality

Moons of dedication towards nurturing a fit physique had eventually blossomed into a robust body, decked with a sizeable carpet of hair upon porcelain-pale albino flesh, and heavens-scraping heights--as was more or less expected of a healthy and hale Roegadyn male. From tip to toe do the colors of flaming red, autumn orange and pearlescent white play in combination, most notably expressed by the tint of his longer, wavy hair, with a bold, crimson shade at its base flowing into profound tangerine hues at the tips of its strands. A smudge of war paint is expressed below his left eye in the shape of a twin-sickle, and both of his irises bear a vibrant, deep scarlet-ruby texture. The lines of his shapely, dense brows share the same shade of color with his hair, and upon the flesh of his face lie three scars--twin-fang scars etched into the lower left side of his jaw and spanning across his left cheek, and a cross-scar imprinted over the socket of his right eye, intruding his eyebrow. His broad sternum bears very defined collarbones and gargantuan shoulders to boot. Upon his pectorals a scar lingers, much reminiscent of the shape of a bird with spread wings, encroaching both breasts in terms of width, and from the wounded tissue, upon the carpet of vermilion chest hair grows a lighter, tangerine texture of hair. His belly is tightened by a layer of muscle with little presence of fat, especially in the region of his abdomen, and his hips are wide, yet well-sculpted, joining into thick, lengthy legs fit for a proper juggernaut. His arms are broad, spanning long, with a good measure of girth to his biceps, ending in sizable palms. Most commonly wears a wine-red swallow-longcoat, ebony pants, fingerless gloves and leather-layered, heavy boots as well as various trinkets serving as accessories, with a bonetooth necklace, a sterling set of dogtags and a crystalline, encased ruby slung around his burly neck.


Having had life breathed into him on the 14th Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon truly makes Rhotdornn a Son of Autumn, as his native title suggests. Stubborn to the core, protective and calm, the Roegadyn at seldom expresses certain fatherly traits, once his walls have been chipped down. Most often serious, collected and invested into his thoughts, the male Wolf leaves much to be desired at first meeting, yet he shows an ability to carry on and maintain conversation unexpectedly momentarily afterwards. Once more comfort has been extracted from the lumbering behemoth, a far more pleasant soul is to be discovered underneath the would-be grouchy attitude and general act of disdain for conversation. Depending on the levels of trust 'twixt his company and himself, the Roegadyn can be a stern rock, an idle conversationalist or a grinning giant with a heart of gold. Fond of a good joke, folk with a sense of humor and with a tale or two to tell of their deeds and misdeeds will often earn the spark of his interest.

Combat

Always in favor on leveled ground.
When the gauntlet is thrown down and diplomacy falls on deaf ears, Rhotdornn is not one to cower before employing toppling force. Prior to his awakening, the Roegadyn was an exemplary duelist, most proficient in the art of trading blows with dual-handed broadswords--as well as a dexterous shot with longbow and quiver alike. Be that as it may, as his amnesia robbed him of his muscle memory, he has turned to yet more mobile disciplines of combat--namely, fist-to-fist arts of brawling, and anything in general that required him to spend most of his time warily on his feet, or propelled and lunging through the air, which is why the sacred arts of a Monk took to him nigh-instantly, and the gear of the Machinist was quick to follow. Anything boasting no shortage of acrobatics and resulting in no less than a gallon of sweat allows him to swiftly adapt to that fighting style, and his weapons of choice remain, depending on the predicament, either his trusty longbow or double-barreled magitek firearm, edited and fashioned after his own design. Prior to that, his soul-bound blade, Dunachar (In translation, 'Avenger of the West') served as his primary companion on brave sailing voyages.
Never a stranger to them, always feels right at home with the clouds.






Tendencies

It is with great difficulty that one can discern just what the Sea Wolf is at first glance, given his tendency to hide his visage, or if already at a lack of a mask, his prone tendencies of wearing various attire--though they all share a familiarity in appearance with a pirate style of uniform.

Likes

Loyalty
Character
Combat
Reading
Metalwork
Autumn

Dislikes

Cowardice
Avarice
Narrow-minded groups
Turncoats
Elitists
Laziness
Winter

Other

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral/Good
Vice(s): Pride, Wrath
Virtue(s): Patience, Temperance
Favorite Food: Grilled lobster
Favorite Drink: Bacchus Red
Favorite Color: Red, Black

Hobbies & Talents

Reading
Cooking
Archery
Martial practice
Blacksmithing
Carpentry
Engineering projects/tech tinkering (assisting his twin more-so rather)
Singing

Rhotdornn and the Echo

Rhotdornn's utilization of the Echo.


Much and more is there to be said about the Echo--the most prominent theory of it varying from one wielder to another. So far, all that is known to his closest-knit kin is that Rhotdornn is indeed more than merely rumored of possessing the Echo--but to that extent that its neutral atonement is brought into question as it, pre-Calamity, began to lean further and further towards the element of Wind, especially in the presence of gales, windstorms and most notably out of all, Sea of Clouds' Umbral Winds weather. Yet, winds are but heralds of greater change--and as such, an intercession was soon implored by the twin threads of fate, and a particular Raven set out to right the wrongs within Dornn's aetherial settings--toiling dusk and dawn throughout in an effort to, at long last, revert the Calamitous dents, and realign the Lion of Aerslaent--and later of, Ishgard--back into the aetherial trail of the Fire element. [This part, as well as its remainder, must be found out ICly.]

Hyrthyml Isil -- The cradle of Sea Wolves

The Westernmost island of Aerslaent, Hyrthyml Isil.
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Many and more wonders revolve around the enchanted island of Hyrthyml. Once, even if only briefly, an open port of trade centuries ago, this far-flung rock has long since closed its borders to outsiders, remaining somewhere on the outskirts of Aerslaent, and bordering with Sharlayan waters. Quizzically, its presence eludes even the savviest of navigators, and the hardiest of captains--as if wiped off all maps itself, the island has become, ever shrouded in mystery as of not-so-recent. Guarded by four elemental Wards feeding upon surrounding aether, as well as a few natural repellents to sea and sky vessel, the isle has stood its ground against the tooth of time.

Titles such as the Island of Seasons Unending, the Island of Song come with merit--all four seasons are simultaneously present upon its shores, in different regions, while a flock of syrens keeps vigil of its shores. Four Courts govern the politics, with one at the head of them all, and two Councils of Equinoxes. The Courts count that of Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter, with the Court of Autumn presiding over all official matters.

Various sub-clans and tribes of Sea Wolves--and even an exceptional few Hellsguard--roam the untamed yet gorgeous scenery of the island--from the verdant greenery of Brynholl where horses stampede with nary a care in the world, through the mysterious ruins of Gwaith-I-Nanduirion's Ford, to the desolate wastes of Isilask Lago, keeping watch over the southern waters, there is no shortage of enthralling beauty, captivating mystery and yet, impeding danger upon this traditional, Sea Wolf soil. Furs, mantles, cloaks, axes, daggers, longships, battle horns follow the viking denizens of the isle, where some turn to piracy within its honorable fleets, others devote themselves to studying the lay of the land's magic, and the rest content themselves with a life of trading betwixt villages, fishing, cultivating wine, and thus onward.

Companions

[I] Sternoss/Bannadir(in the Eorzean tongue), his faithful chocobo. Sadly, Rhotdornn retired him a year or so ago due to the mounting perils possibly proving a tad too fatal for the stalwart feather-kin, if only so in his master’s opinion.

[II] Galladross, Rhotdornn’s main and mount of eld–an absolutely massive, incredibly tenacious and ferocious Gryphon–and likewise, the Roegadyn’s best friend and main travel companion. The two share a more friendly, deep bond than mere master-pet usually do–if there is anyone the skeptic grouch of a Sea Wolf trusts, it’d be none other than his steadfast mount–often referred to as ‘soulmount’ due to their connection and incredibly profound history.

[III] Rannaskar, the Gryphon hatchling–not to be confused with Galladross, the full-grown, main companion of the Roegadyn. Rannaskar is quite a temperamental little devil, most oft seeing flitting and pecking around the Rainlander’s shoulder. He’s got an ego, and is not afraid to show it–yet he is, to his master, of no lesser importance than any of the companions, despite being more of a pet, due to his youthful stage in life. Has a secret nest next to Dornn’s own bed in his apartment.

[IV] Ferryar, the lesser red panda. Likewise more of a pet, but no less than the other adventuring crowd. The sweet panda is the main playmate of Rannaskar–and contrary to the hatchling’s bold behavior, the critter himself offers more of a tender, playful, affectionate demeanor. He enjoys cuddles, pets and most importantly–treats. Has a puffed sleeping pillow next to the hatchling’s nest, by the Roegadyn’s bedside. Is the twin of another red panda in the careless belonging of Rhotdornn’s own twin.

Miscellaneous

Rhotdornn's machinist setup.
  • Sailing enthusiast.
  • Decently holds his liquor.
  • Addicted to milk in closed sessions of sipping it; takes him a great deal of willpower to resist it after a few canisters.
  • Owner of a personal workshop in the Goblet.
  • Adores and fascinates over Gryphons.
  • Secretly has a Gryphon hatchling in his office's back partition, with its own tiny sleeping nest of cloth by his bedside.
  • At times, a minuscule red panda cub may be seen following him about, though he inherently fails to mention it even if confronted about it.
  • The two pets have developed a strong, brotherly and most unlikely bond under his fatherly care.
  • Not too particular to rainy weather.
  • Distrustful of witches.
  • Holds a grudge against the Shroud's Elementals.
  • Maintains a strong affection and equal respect for the Vanu and the Sylph tribes.

Relationships

Family

Father: Hyrtfyr Syhrahtynsyn
Mother: Zirnthubyr Usynundwyn
Sister(s): Rallyrwyda Hyrtfyrwyn, Zirnwyda Hyrtfyrwyn, Furious Gryphon
Brother(s): Rhotdhem Etchellion Hyrtfyrsyn, Bitter Bear, Zwelfaren Hyrtfyrsyn

Friends

Adellene Hocoleux
Werfollow Lumiere
Rivienne Marcellus
Nalukai Swarfjaryn
Avena Yara
Sylvan Rain

Enemies

Grymansa Wintrammsyn


Rumor Mill

Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!

◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)
  • Heard he was tossed into us sharks 'fore he could prove t' swim.
  • O lookie, 'tis the snappin' turtle 'gain...
  • Aye, aye, there he comes, there he goes. Must fink 'imself higher than the lot o' us, hmph.
◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)
  • Wonder what sort of weapon those things at his sides are...?
  • Catch 'im oft down at the wharf in the midst o' night. E'er starin' haplessly at the Moon. Won'er what has 'im so invested.
  • Won'er what's so bloody interestitn' in that book he 'as with him every day to be readin' it so much...
◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)
  • He's seemin' like quite a chick repellent. Or may'e he just likes sleepin' 'round lotsa'. Never saw 'im with the same lass twice.
  • Thought I heard a ghastly choir the other day, amidst the leaves... Went to investigate, yet saw none more than that Roegadyn on a solitary rock, staring off further and yonder.
  • Always found at the oddest places in the oddest of times. And just a few days after, folk always seem to discover a locus of aether on that very same spot. Wonder what gives.
◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)

[Feel free to add and edit your own input in this section if your character has anything of note to say about Dornn!]

Relationships [Advanced]

Romantic Interest Platonic Love Close Friend Good Standing Neutral Standing Poor Standing


Tranquil Moon
└► Rhotdornn's former lover. He still thinks fondly of her, and keeps her as a pleasant memory of his childhood.


Rivienne d'Marcellus
└► Rhotdornn saved her life once, and from then on, the two have fostered a firm bond of friendship.


Nalukai_Swarfjaryn
└► His former Free Company mate. Despite their odd dynamic, he still kept her in fonder thoughts.


Averia Aisly :
└► Likewise a former Free Company mate. He kept her in less... Amiable memories.


Zwelfaren Hyrtfyrsyn :
└► "Much and more to say and dangerously claim here. Chance has it he may be my blood. Dug him out of a ditch but recently. All that remains is to play out the relationship and see for myself."


Werfollow Xavalien de Luminaire :
└► "..."

Biography


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Gallery

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Footnotes

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