Rhotdornn Hyrtfyrsyn
 Rhotdornn Hyrtfyrsyn
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| Son of Autumn | |||||||||
 "Ever tried outrunning lightning?" | |||||||||
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| Main Job(s): | DRK/MNK/MCH | ||||||||
| Main Tradeskill: | BSM/ARM/CRP | ||||||||
| Preferred Role: | Tank/DPS | ||||||||
| Server: | Balmung | ||||||||
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| Alignment: | Chaotic Neutral/Good | ||||||||
| Reputation: | ??? | ||||||||
| Occupation: | Pirate/Engineer | ||||||||
| Education: | Homeschooled, learned | ||||||||
| Marital Status: | Single | ||||||||
| Sexuality: | Heterosexual | ||||||||
| Guardian: | Althyk, the Keeper | ||||||||
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| Moogle Skyways <<MS-RP>> | |||||||||
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| Greatsword, daggers, firearm, magitek gadgets | |||||||||
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| Race: | Roegadyn | ||||||||
| Clan: | Sea Wolf | ||||||||
| Age: | Young Adult/Adult (Mid 20's-30's) | ||||||||
| Height: | 7'8" Fulm, 5.9 Ilm | ||||||||
| Weight: | 380 Ponze | ||||||||
| Eyes: | Red | ||||||||
| Hair: | Red with tangerine highlights | ||||||||
| Complexion: | Albino | ||||||||
| Physical Build: | Stocky, muscular, toned | ||||||||
| Notable Features: | Various scars, tattoos over his right arm | ||||||||
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Rhotdornn Hyrtfyrsyn
Contents
- 1 Character
- 1.1 Basic Info
- 1.2 Appearance & Personality
- 1.3 Combat
- 1.4 Tendencies
- 1.5 Likes
- 1.6 Dislikes
- 1.7 Other
- 1.8 Hobbies & Talents
- 1.9 Rhotdornn and the Echo
- 1.10 Miscellaneous
- 1.11 Relationships
- 1.12 Family
- 1.13 Friends
- 1.14 Enemies
- 1.15 Rumor Mill
- 1.16 Relationships [Advanced]
- 1.17 Biography
- 1.18 Gallery
- 1.19 Footnotes
Character
Basic Info
Rhotdornn 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, with his ship airbound in a fatal proximity to Cartenau when the fabled clash of the Eorzean Alliance and the Imperial would-be conquest 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 ultimatum once in appropriate health. Given his infamy as a wanted Sky Pirate, the Captain nonetheless, the lightly-described offer bid none more than execution at the hand of the Maelstrom--or enlisting within its ranks to contribute his own skill tray to the faction.
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]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 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.
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.
Combat
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.
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.
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Rhotdornn and the Echo
Miscellaneous
- 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.
- 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.
Relationships
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Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)
◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)
◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)
◢ 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 Etarellion!] |
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Biography
[Spoilers] 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.
Gallery
Rhotdornn's logo--credits reserved to Keimahl Sterrgeimwyn.
Rhotdornn's trusty razor--Editing credits reserved to Nalukai Swarfjaryn
Footnotes
- Template by Bancroft Gairn with edits from Nalukai Manoa
- InfoBox by L'aenoh Tia
