Snarling Coeurl
 Snarling Coeurl
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| Gender | Female |
| Race | Miqo'te |
| Clan | Keeper of the Moon |
| Citizenship | Limsa Lominsa |
| Server | Mateus |
| Profession | Bodyguard, Mercenary, Security |
| Class | Warrior |
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Background
Abandoned as a child in the mountainous Xelphatol region of Eorzea, Snarling Coeurl was adopted and raised by a welcoming family of Hellsguard. Headed by a retired mercenary that settled back into his homeland after years of serving as a sellsword and adventurer to the lands of Ul’dah and Limsa Lominsa, Snarl quickly adapted to the lifestyle of the fighter clan. She earned her name very early on, when she would literally snarl in protest when she did not agree with a decision, such as being forced to do chores or getting sent to her room without supper. From a young age, the old mercenary with his sons and daughters taught Snarl the many ways of battle. The young Keeper of the Moon adapted to the ways of the great axe surprisingly quickly, much to the delight of her Warrior father.
When the time had come for Snarl to find her own way in the world, such as it was for the life of a Hellsguard, her father gifted her his precious Soul Crystal. He told her the significance of such a thing, and the weight that such a gesture held. She would be expected to continue adding to the crystals memories, and to learn from the countless battles in the past her father had been a part of, whether that be for better or worse. While she tends to keep the crystal itself with her at all times in a pouch at her hip, she doesn’t make any attempts to flaunt it; she valued the gift and legacy from her father far too much. Of course, that doesn’t mean that the crystal doesn’t draw attention to itself in other ways.
While she was not the most experienced of fighters, Snarl surprised many employers with her skills with a great axe. Word of her prowess spread, and she managed to make a decent living following in the footsteps of her family as an adventurer. Unfortunately, after taking some work far to the north for a few months, she lost contact with many of her regular employers. Down on her luck, with nowhere to go or turn to, she was nearly about to return home with her tail between her legs. But, fortune smiled upon her, in the form of a flier that happened to land right at her feet, just moments before departing on the road back home.
Snarl joined a crew of archeologists, mostly scientific and scholarly types without much experience on the field of battle. She became their chief security officer, such as it was, and joined them on a major expedition to a newly discovered set of Allagan ruins in the floating city of Azys Lla. The trek went without much of an issue, until one of the crew tripped a detection system that released a set of terrifying guardian beasts. They were lumbering, hulking chimeras, the likes of which Snarl had never encountered before. Axe in hand, she was able to fend off the beasts, buying time for the crew to escape. But in their fear, they sealed the only escape from the ruins to deter the chimeras from pursuing them, leaving Snarl to survive on her own against the monstrosities.
Lo and behold, the Keeper Warrior survived the ordeal, but without any gil to show for it. The linkpearl network that connected the group together, whether by virtue of Allagan interference or purposeful intent, had been severed completely from Snarl’s. The sphere was dull and dark from its normal hue, and in her rage, she nearly crushed the thing to dust. But, the memories of her crystal whispered to remember the lessons of the past, and to not act in haste. She kept the pearl on her ear, a reminder of the danger she had been thrown into, and a constant, darkened orb of doubt that loomed over her head. Trust became a problem for her after the event, and once again she struggled to make ends meet.
Fortune once again found Snarl, and after some reluctance, interviewed with some of the senior officers of the Black Garden Company. Evidently, they had been in need of more crew members with Snarl’s particular set of talents, namely keeping the peace by means of hewing with a great axe. While skeptical of their intentions at first, she had been treated kindly, as though she had already been a part of the crew from the start. Food, drink, a room… she was blindsided by how quickly she had been accepted. And this time, her heart was telling her that this could very well be a once in a lifetime opportunity. As she met with more and more of the crew, she felt a quick connection to each and every individual, some for better than others, but a connection regardless.
Today, Snarl serves as a member of the Rocinante’s crew, eager to protect those she now has at her sides, and willing to do whatever it takes to keep them around long enough for her to have finally say, with confidence, that she has found a place to belong.
Appearance
At first glance, Snarl appears to be as typical of a Keeper as one could find. Skin the color of the sky as it approaches twilight, an often messy mop of ruffled, purple hair crowned on her head, and eyes of a shimmering, dark gold hue. She was commonly found in a set of full plate armor, her favorite being a dark blue and gold set that looked more like cloth than metal, but the majority of the protective armor was hidden beneath the surface of the softer material.
Personality
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Combat
Relationships
Family
- Father - Iron Eyes
A famous mercenary from the Sixth Astral Era. A powerful Warrior with a rough exterior, but had a soft spot for his family and loved ones within. It was he who discovered the young Keeper, now known as Snarling Coeurl, as an abandoned kit, and trained her in the ways of the axe arm. It is his Soul Crystal that Snarl carries with her to this day.
- Mother - Gashed Mountain
The wife of Iron Eyes and a powerful fighter in her own right, Gashed Mountain remained in the ancestral homeland of the Hellsguard, taking up the solemn legacy of her people. She is a kind soul, and takes the traditions of the Hellsguard very seriously. So, naturally, she was a bit hesitant to raise the young Snarl when Iron Eyes brought her home for the first time. With time, Gashed Mountain grew to think Snarl as one of her own, and taught her some skills with unarmed combat, as well as teaching her the traditions of the Hellsguard.
Friends
- A'kata Yohko - Captain of the Rocinante
- Aifread Crowe - Shadow of the Rocinante
- Corsa'ir Boon - Close Companion and Provider of Booze
- Katalin Corsa - Confidant and Stalwart Ally
- Z'radasa Colfire - Fellow Crew Member of the Rocinante
