Roger Holmes
Contents
Basic Info
"My sense of humor could be considered odd…" —Roger Holmes
Appearance
Height: 5'11
Weight: ~145 ponze
Complexion: Bronze
Hair: Black with Dark Blue Highlights
Eyes: Emerald Green
Character History
Holmeless Holmes
The young miqo'te did not know when he was born. He also didn't know where he was from, knew not of family or friends, he didn't even know his own name. He was practically a blank slate for anyone that so happened to stumble upon him. A single man came across this miqo’te near the boundaries of Eastern Thanalan and The South Shroud, it is not known whether it was planned or mere coincidence that he found this child all by his lonesome, but he offered his hand to the miqo’te, offering him a home and a place to do some good. The young child looked at the man’s hand, knowing not what else to do other than to accept it, being taken back to the man’s group. He knew of no home or family, unable to compare the organization to any other group of people, so he accepted this organization as his home.
The Organization
This organization trained him at a very young age the art of espionage, using his innocence and age to their advantage. They tasked him to completing various missions for them in order for them to further advance their own goals. The missions he was tasked with almost always never involved inflicting harm or seeing harm to the target as to prevent most of the adolescent members to feel remorse for their actions. They wished to control them in every aspect possible, making them believe that this was the only way of life.
He continued honing his skills, quickly rising in the ranks of the organization, even surpassing several adults whilst still being a child, his mind being his most valued asset. He was always curious as to how things worked, trying to learn whatever he could as he came across them. He would sneak into the organization's library at night, using a makeshift lantern of a large corked vial containing several glowflys, making sure to provide them with air and food as he sated his curiosity of learning by reading as many books as he could.
He was also very quick to adapt to situations, aiding him in acclimating himself in various environments and scenarios which called for quick thinking and even quicker reflexes. All of these traits helped him complete many missions for the organization, believing that he was helping them do some good in this world… That is, until one night...
Eyes Wide Open
He was on a mission to search for an individual and to relay his location back to the organization. The miqo’te found the man rather quickly, observing him as he wandered around the market, trying to find some form of work. The man would beg several people, seeming desperate in earning gil to no avail. The young miqo’te was curious as to why the man was such in dire need of gil, following him until the man returned to his shack of a home. The young miqo’te peeked in one of the window, looking around the room as he set eyes on another child. However, this child seem to look rather ill, constantly coughing and asking if his father brought any food home today. The man sadly shook his head, his eyes began to water as he was beginning to lose hope.
This would have saddened the young miqo’te, if he ever experienced emotions before. He was taught to never feel them whenever he was on a mission, the organization’s attempt to control its members to perform at the best of their abilities.
However, the child did feel something towards this man and his son, but was unable to pinpoint what exactly, quickly returning back to the organization to complete his mission. This should have been like all the missions he has completed countless times in the past, but his curiosity finally got the better of him, causing him to return to the location after finishing his mission. He wished to see the result of his objective, hoping that perhaps the father would be assisted in some manner or taken in by the organization along with his son. He finally witnessed the results of his actions…
He saw one of the senior members approach the individual, examining him for a brief moment before speaking to the father, stating that a merchant in the city accused him of stealing her merchandise. Rather than speaking to the authorities, the merchant decided that the father needed to learn the errors of his ways. He quickly struck the father down on the ground before he could utter a single word, blood beginning to pool around the body. The young miqo’te could not believe what he just saw, the result being nothing like he thought would happen. The senior member then turned to the sickly child, the young miqo’te hoping that at the very least they would take the child into the organization and give him a home like they did for him. However, the senior member gave the child the same look he gave to his father, slowly raising his blade as the son screamed out in horror.
It was then when the young miqo’te reacted, finally coming back to reality as he barged into the home, shoving the senior member into the wall, causing him to drop his blade. The member quickly knocked the young miqo’te to the ground, being far stronger considering his age. The young miqo’te hit the ground quite hard, shaking his head to try and collect himself, his eyes beginning to focus on the blade on the ground. During this, the senior member unsheathe a dagger from his side, knowing full well that a member that attacks another member whilst in the middle of a mission was punishable by death, both to send a message to the rest of the organization, as well as removing any possible loose ends.
The senior member quickly attempted to stab down towards the downed miqo’te, but the child quickly used his tail to wrap around one of the man’s legs, kicking off the man’s other leg with his own to cause the man to miss his mark by causing him to stumble as well as propel himself towards the blade, taking hold of it. The young miqo’te tried to hold the blade with one hand, but it was too heavy for him to wield with a single arm. He quickly adapted himself, gripping the lower end of the hilt with his other hand, looking back to the senior member as he made his approach, attempting to slash the young miqo’te. The young miqo'te quickly calculated that the man’s swing was too wide, stepping in just before he could complete his swinging arc to stab him in the chest. The senior members suddenly stopped moving, but his arm continued swinging, slicing the chin of the young miqo’te before falling over, joining the father on the ground.
There was too much that went on that he didn't have time to process his actions. He could have saved the father, he could have prevented his death and possibly the death of another member, the son did not have to become an orphan... Many thoughts began to race through his mind. He left the child most of his possessions currently had on his person, telling him to leave this house, to sell these possessions, and to find an orphanage nearby and never speak of what happened in fear that the organization may look for the son for answers.
Curiosity Ensues
This is when the young miqo’te ran, leaving the organization, covering his tracks, and hiding himself in the woods of the Black Shroud, avoiding direct contact from other people to prevent being found and to avoid having to be put in another situation to kill another person again. He began to lose himself, feeling that the time he spent with the organization was all a lie, that all of his actions there could have possibly led to the deaths of many people, not just the father of that night. He later came to terms with his actions, knowing that he had to stop his fellow member from killing the boy, that it was the right thing to do. However, he still wished that it could have been solved without violence.
He stayed in the woods for many years, learning to hunt his prey on his own as it was a necessity to living. He fashioned his own traps, testing them time and time again until he discovered that specific traps were more effective on specific creatures. He lived off the land for quite some time, but something was missing for this growing miqo’te; the thirst to learn was gone. After he became well-versed in hunting his daily meals, of studying the local wildlife, he grew bored of the repetitiveness of his lifestyle.
His curiosity began to draw him towards the nearby towns and passing merchants, observing them whilst in the shadows, attempting to learn how people interacted with one another. He was intrigued to hear of their stories of family, conflicts, and the other aspects of life, never truly knowing any of these things in his own life. After some time, he decided that if these merchants came from the main city-states, then that would be the perfect place to learn of everything which they experienced. This was when he began his journey to Ul’dah, fashioning his own name on the journey there, never explaining as to why he chose this specific name, but he was to be called Roger Holmes.
(WIP)
Personality
Flaws
• Feeling Emotions (past). Emotions inhibiting his logical side.
• Tends to over-analyze.
• Unable to resist telling a joke or pun, even in unfavorable situations.
Fears
• The well-being of the people who are dear to him.
Talents
• Can quickly adapt to situations.
• Able to discern certain information which may not be apparent a normal individual.
• Growing ability with the sword, attempting to find new methods in which to use it and stay unpredictable from the normal techniques which are taught by the guild.
Fun Favorites
- Color: Blue.
- Food: Yes.
- Drinks: Pumpkinweed Ale.
- Scent: __________ .
- Place: Costa de Sol, Limsa Lominsa, Mist Beach.
- Festival: Moonfire Faire.
Abilities and Skills
Personal
• Blue Booklet – A small tome which he takes out and jots down anything of importance or interest which he wishes to review at a later date.
Weapons
• Blades – Roger has a small variety of one handed swords at his disposal, using specific ones for certain scenarios in and effort to understand the strengths and weakness of certain match-ups of weapons.
• Hand to Hand – Has been known to have an unusual style of martial combat, using unpredictable moves to confuse his opponent.
• Dagger – Although rarely used, if the man appears to be unarmed, he most likely has a small, concealable dagger on his person, alternating the position at where he conceals it to prevent anyone from knowing its exact location if seen once.
Magic
• He has been seldom seen using some sort of healing magic which requires maintaining a chant, but has restricted himself from using it as it has adverse affects to his well-being.
Rumors and Relationships
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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Music Themes
Other Notes
Wanted for Interesting Roleplay
- People with a sense of humor
- Scholars studying unusual fields of study
Pictures
- Rogpic1.png
Annotations
This Template is a poorly bastardized amalgamation of Deirdre Ta'ea and Bancroft Gairn templates.