Rhotdornn Hyrtfyrsyn
Rhotdornn Hyrtfyrsyn | |||||||||
The Son of Autumn | |||||||||
"Ever tried outrunning lightning?" | |||||||||
OOC Character Information | |||||||||
Main Job(s): | DRK/BRD/MCH | ||||||||
Main Tradeskill: | BSM/ARM/CRP | ||||||||
Preferred Role: | Tank/DPS | ||||||||
Server: | Balmung | ||||||||
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Alignment: | Chaotic Neutral/Good | ||||||||
Reputation: | Wanted Sky Pirate Captain | ||||||||
Occupation: | Company Commissioner | ||||||||
Education: | Homeschooled, learned | ||||||||
Marital Status: | In a Relationship | ||||||||
Sexuality: | Heterosexual | ||||||||
Guardian: | Althyk, the Keeper | ||||||||
Free Company | |||||||||
Moogle Skyways <<MS-RP>> | |||||||||
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Greatsword, daggers, firearm, magitek gadgets, silver bolts | |||||||||
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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: | 950 Ponze | ||||||||
Eyes: | Red | ||||||||
Hair: | Red with tangerine highlights | ||||||||
Complexion: | Albino | ||||||||
Physical Build: | Stocky, muscular, toned | ||||||||
Notable Features: | Various scars, tattoos over his right arm, well doffed with body hair |
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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 Companions
- 1.11 Miscellaneous
- 1.12 Relationships
- 1.13 Family
- 1.14 Friends
- 1.15 Enemies
- 1.16 Rumor Mill
- 1.17 Relationships [Advanced]
- 1.18 Biography
- 1.19 Gallery
- 1.20 Footnotes
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
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.
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
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
- 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
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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)
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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 Hellsguard siblings, Bitter Bear and Furious Gryphon. 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 of keen eyes and a steady grip on both blade and bow grew, the encroaching teenage years bid winds of both change and improvement dart forth. In due time did it come to his realization that such a gift had been none other than the blessing of the Echo. Much and more transpired in the advancing days, likewise was it that in his youth he expressed a natural passion for fire and all that revolved around it, and with the coming of age, his interest in advanced fencing and archery swelled, eventually leading to him seeking out further tutors, trekking the isles far and wide with his coming of age not too far off. After countless feats of trial and error, eventually some proper devices emerged from his forging efforts--a seed planted in his earnest youth, having taken to the hammer and saw in union with bow and blade tutorship--around his eighth Summer, at that.
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 gadgets--or rather, Rhotdhem, the younger twin's, who expressed a rapid and increasing understanding of all things engineering and magitek--thus did he, with the assistance of Rhotdornn, set out to properly perfect and reverse-engineer the stray artifacts of Sharlayan they came to happen across. A steady income soon favored the crew, for those particular trinkets were not without merit--or buyers, specifically.. 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--but only with each second generation exuding any inkling of talent for such a vocation. Henceforth it wasn't terribly long ere the construction of their very own vessel--with every child taking part in its birth--came to fruition. 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 joined project of the children--an engineering ironworks gearshop and skyship facility--was it that it set off, beginning an era of Sky Cruising. Eventually, with Rhotdornn Estel--his great grandfather's name--Hyrtfyrsyn as Captain, the Hyrtfyrdyn legacy aspired to greater feats, enrolling into the life of Sky Piracy instead, yet their case was not one lacking righteousness. Eorzea was elected as their playing ground thence onward.
Whilst their deeds bordered on felony and crime, their motives were far more benevolent--but none 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. Fortunately, the dual utility of The Axis to brave both water and sky-sea alike fed much and more into their hands, as it allowed for a swift evasion during the more persistent pursuits.
Yet, even this could not slake his ravenous want for justice and equilibrium. Entrusting the care of the vessel to the capable hands of his siblings, Rhotdornn oft swapped deck for concrete, losing himself for moons on no end--from the untamed wilderness of Dravania, where his services were administered as a skilled ranger of bow and quiver--to the snowy trespasses of Coerthas--and it was then that his feet set upon Ishgard, and his quest grew ever the greater in proportion. A stout Raven ever trailed in his tracks thence on, unbeknownst to the wandering ranger. Day and night did he toil to learn the lay of the land within the downtrodden City-state, and with a leonine helm covering his person and a deep-sanguine armor preserving his form did he set out to earn his rank in this world. Days turned into moons, moons were betrayed into years, and ere long, the reputation of the Winged Lion of Ishgard long preceded his step. He'd never permit the treachery of the world to repeat the offense of tragedy--an offense that, in his youth, direly cost him a good portion of his heart. Genuinely he believed all people wretched deep within their hearts--yet equally so did he deem all righteous. All that mattered was to which trait they'd cling more.
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 perish. Nothing was seen, heard nor recorded of Rhotdornn ever since, for every attempt to call his being into memory was met with ultimate fixed amnesia, harrying 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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And once his own star begins to steer him yon, his attention shall turn Eastwards... Yet no longer will he match with empty hand and lonesome shoulder--for ever shall a Raven make its perch within and upon the Rainlander's shadow, ever content, ever watching.
Ever marching.
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Footnotes
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