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− | Up until the age of 10, Syrin and his family resided comfortably within Kugane. His father, a merchant, spent a lot of his time away from home while his mother, a former sailor, remained by Syrin’s and his sister’s side. Often they would visit the markets, engaging in familiar faces with glee as children are prone to do, but they would also hand out fresh bread baked by Sy’lia to the workers. With Sy’lia, he found Althyk and clung to her belief to him | + | Up until the age of 10, Syrin and his family resided comfortably within Kugane. His father, a merchant, spent a lot of his time away from home while his mother, a former sailor, remained by Syrin’s and his sister’s side. Often they would visit the markets, engaging in familiar faces with glee as children are prone to do, but they would also hand out fresh bread baked by Sy’lia to the workers. With Sy’lia, he found Althyk and clung to her belief to him. If his mother’s teachings were misinformed, Syrin was none the wiser given she was his only source of information to rely on. Sy’lia tells him that those who follow his steps are given the duty of using their life experience to further the god's knowledge of mortals and current status of the world/events "first hand". In doing this successfully, they return to their true home, a home beside Althyk as a loyal record keeper for future knowledge to track. It is here that Syrin finds motivation at the cost of losing his self worth- only viewing himself as a tool. |
− | One night, both parents came scrambling through the door and hoisted their children up and out of the home | + | One night, both parents came scrambling through the door and hoisted their children up and out of the home to make way for the docks. Upon a stolen boat, Sy’lia seeps back into her sailor roots and sails them towards Horizon and seeks shelter with a former crew mate. At around 11, Syrin and his family are visiting his father’s stall when an arrow met for Norimoto strikes Sy’lia’s heart. In the middle of all the panic that ensues, Syrin and Vye are whisked away by Norimoto and taken out of the city walls. |
− | It is here his already distant and fairly strict father becomes even more detached. Words were limited to strict demands, any tone of affection for the children was gone like their mother. When Norimoto takes Vye to gather supplies and help run his stall | + | It is here his already distant and fairly strict father becomes even more detached. Words were limited to strict demands, any tone of affection for the children was gone like their mother. When Norimoto takes Vye to gather supplies and help run his stall at other locations to bring in money, Syrin is left to himself for an extended period of time. If he finished polishing his father’s wares, sometimes he would feel brave enough to go outside and see what he could find. Often, he would find old travelers or an animal that he couldn’t help but feel the need to assist and felt all the better for doing so. |
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<h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #000000;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>Incident at Forgotten Springs</center></div></span></h3> | <h3><span class="mw-headline" id="General"><div style="font-family:Georgia;padding:10px 15px; background: #000000;font-size:16px;color:#ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px black;letter-spacing:0.2em;"><center>Incident at Forgotten Springs</center></div></span></h3> | ||
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− | At around the age of 12, Norimoto did something fairly different; he left Vye home and had Syrin come with him on his trip instead. Strange as it was, Syrin wasn’t really in a position to ask questions or even refute the plan. Leaving 10 year old Vye at home alone didn’t sit right with him. It was a long trip, which he didn’t find unusual. Probably business as always. Unknowing of what would come later, | + | At around the age of 12, Norimoto did something fairly different; he left Vye home and had Syrin come with him on his trip instead. Strange as it was, Syrin wasn’t really in a position to ask questions or even refute the plan. Leaving 10 year old Vye at home alone didn’t sit right with him, but at least she was getting a break. It was a long trip, which he didn’t find unusual. Probably business as always. Unknowing of what would come later, Syrin fell asleep. |
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− | Unbeknownst to Syrin, Norimoto had | + | Unbeknownst to Syrin, Norimoto had handed him off to a shady group of mages that were looking for a vessel to host some kind of voidsent. The reason is lost to Syrin. Hell, to this day Syrin is unsure of what happened to him that night. |
− | After this event, the two siblings find themselves in Mor Dhona. Closer than ever, they struggled to feed themselves and never stayed in one place for very long, scared that the figures in black robes would somehow follow. Along the way, they would meet kind | + | After this event, the two siblings find themselves in Mor Dhona. Closer than ever, they struggled to feed themselves and never stayed in one place for very long, scared that the figures in black robes would somehow follow. Along the way, they would meet kind people that would house them for a short time, to which they repaid their kindness by lending their hands towards any and all errands. |
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− | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#444146;font-family:Georgia;">Syrin enjoys being useful to others and often gets anxious when he is standing idle. Strangers who meet him are met with timid kindness and a gentle voice. With friends, he can be caught being more animated and expressive. In any case, he is rather easy to read since he can’t help but keep himself open and can | + | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#444146;font-family:Georgia;">Syrin enjoys being useful to others and often gets anxious when he is standing idle. Strangers who meet him are met with timid kindness and a gentle voice. With friends, he can be caught being more animated and expressive. In any case, he is rather easy to read since he can’t help but keep himself open and can lead to him getting easily flustered. His enthusiasm at wanting to help runs him down sometimes, but he sees no fault with that; it is all part of his learning experience after all. Due to lack of self worth, he doesn't find himself very appealing and often times is rather oblivious to any signs of flirtation towards him, thinking they are just being friendly. Mistakes made run in his mind for a long time, thinking about what to improve moving forward. Emotional as he is, he rarely dips his toes in feelings of anger or the like. He forces himself not to. </div> |
− | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#444146;font-family:Georgia;">He doesn't know how or why it triggers, but when his split personality takes over things tend to get messy or at the very least | + | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#444146;font-family:Georgia;">He doesn't know how or why it triggers, but when his split personality takes over things tend to get messy or violent at the very least. This side of him is prone to biting out snide remarks, his tone usually condescending. Anger and hate roll off of him in waves, but his eyes are what tends to capture those who come into contact with him. Unlike Syrin's typical soft, warm looking eyes, this Syrin is sharp and constantly in a state of glaring scornfully. Though fires of resentment burn through him, his eyes and general feeling towards people are cold. This part of him is aware of the kinder half and regards him with disdain, thinking him as pathetic. This half of Syrin prefers wielding the samurai blade, mindfully opposing the other half's choice in a lance. However, if there is no sharp object in immediate sight he doesn't mind throwing his fists. He cares little of what people think and decides on things based on how relevant it is to him and his goals.</div> |
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Voidsent'''. Aside the fact they do evil, Syrin feels very uncomfortable around them for another reason he can't quite explain. Being near one makes his skin crawl.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Voidsent'''. Aside the fact they do evil, Syrin feels very uncomfortable around them for another reason he can't quite explain. Being near one makes his skin crawl.</font></div> | ||
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Himself'''. | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Ghosts/Spirits'''. It is unsettling that there could be a dead person watching your every move. It doesn't help that he has heard spooky stories concerning them.</font></div> |
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+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Himself'''. He and "Him" do not get along. Syrin doesn't like how bad things tend to happen when "He" takes control.</font></div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Spicy Food'''. Ow, ow, ow. Can't feel tongue.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Spicy Food'''. Ow, ow, ow. Can't feel tongue.</font></div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Cold Weather'''. Syrin doesn't like the feeling of becoming physically numb.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Cold Weather'''. Syrin doesn't like the feeling of becoming physically numb.</font></div> | ||
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Crafting'''. For some reason he just cannot get the hang of it and manages to always injure his hand(s) in some way.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Crafting'''. For some reason he just cannot get the hang of it and manages to always injure his hand(s) in some way.</font></div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Cooking'''. Something he would really like to get good at one day. As it is, any food he sets in a pan will promptly burst into flames.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Cooking'''. Something he would really like to get good at one day. As it is, any food he sets in a pan will promptly burst into flames.</font></div> | ||
− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Jumping'''. | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Jumping'''. Has trouble landing jumps. The Kugane Tower? His worst nightmare.</font></div> |
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<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #000000;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''OOC INFORMATION'''</center></div></h3> | <div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #000000;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''OOC INFORMATION'''</center></div></h3> | ||
<div align=justify><div style="padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;">'''Player Note'''</div></div> | <div align=justify><div style="padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;">'''Player Note'''</div></div> | ||
− | <div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">''While I have being rping for awhile, I’m still relatively new to | + | <div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">''While I have being rping for awhile, I’m still relatively new to in game rp, so please let me know if there is anything I’m doing that I need to improve on! That said, I'm also available on discord. My timezone is EDT and I’m currently enrolled in college. I play FFXIV daily, but that may change as workload gets heavier. That said, I am available on FFXIV and discord if you see those fit for rp. C: It is also worth mentioning I'm a PS4 user using a keyboard to type.''</div></div> |
<div align=justify><div style="padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;">'''Personal RP Limits'''</div></div> | <div align=justify><div style="padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;color:#000000;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;">'''Personal RP Limits'''</div></div> | ||
− | <div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">''Walk ups are | + | <div align=justify><div style="padding:5px 15px;font-family:Georgia;color:#444146;">''Walk ups are welcome! I am up for just about anything ranging from simple rps to complex, story driven rps. If there is something I come across that I don’t know how to feel about, I’ll be sure to let you know so that we can talk about it.'' </div></div> |
:<div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font><b>I Will Play</b></div> | :<div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font><b>I Will Play</b></div> |
Revision as of 02:53, 30 April 2019
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Syrin Kisaragi often spends his time lending a hand to others and is quite rare for him to be in one place for an extended period of time. When no assistance needed and there is a brief break from the errands, he takes to the books or wanders around in order to learn more about life. It is his purpose to do so, he’ll tell you. However, despite these acts of genuine kindness, there is a faint air around him that is more dangerous.
Syrin is a bit on the shorter side for a 21 year old, coming up to about 5’5”. He has a mop of light pink hair that he keeps somewhat tamed, his bangs framing his fair toned face and slightly hiding his grey eye. Syrin seems to always have some sort of head wear to cover his eyes. His head sits atop a lean, lightly muscled frame. Due to constantly extending his aid to people, his hands are fairly scarred and lightly calloused. Outside of combat, he will wear his scholar outfit since it gets him into the studying mindset. In combat, he will usually take the role of dragoon or samurai.
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Up until the age of 10, Syrin and his family resided comfortably within Kugane. His father, a merchant, spent a lot of his time away from home while his mother, a former sailor, remained by Syrin’s and his sister’s side. Often they would visit the markets, engaging in familiar faces with glee as children are prone to do, but they would also hand out fresh bread baked by Sy’lia to the workers. With Sy’lia, he found Althyk and clung to her belief to him. If his mother’s teachings were misinformed, Syrin was none the wiser given she was his only source of information to rely on. Sy’lia tells him that those who follow his steps are given the duty of using their life experience to further the god's knowledge of mortals and current status of the world/events "first hand". In doing this successfully, they return to their true home, a home beside Althyk as a loyal record keeper for future knowledge to track. It is here that Syrin finds motivation at the cost of losing his self worth- only viewing himself as a tool.
At around the age of 12, Norimoto did something fairly different; he left Vye home and had Syrin come with him on his trip instead. Strange as it was, Syrin wasn’t really in a position to ask questions or even refute the plan. Leaving 10 year old Vye at home alone didn’t sit right with him, but at least she was getting a break. It was a long trip, which he didn’t find unusual. Probably business as always. Unknowing of what would come later, Syrin fell asleep.
16 and a budding lancer, Syrin was stationed in Gridania when Dalamud descended upon them and broke open. The disturbance in aether seemed to have some sort of affect on him and caused him to fall unconscious for an entire day. This disturbance was enough to tap into the slumbering being within Syrin whose form was left incomplete due to Vye’s interception of the dark ritual years prior.
18 years old and one year into an established relationship, Syrin’s coming along rather smoothly. His transition from the Lancer Guild to Wood Wailer has provided him with many experiences and prompted him to start keeping a journal to document it all. His partner, Jir’a, was part of those experiences. His time with him made Syrin feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time, to be truly wanted and loved entirely. With Jir’a, Syrin felt new things, good and bad. All of which he took note on in his journal. For awhile, they were happy.
Syrin enjoys being useful to others and often gets anxious when he is standing idle. Strangers who meet him are met with timid kindness and a gentle voice. With friends, he can be caught being more animated and expressive. In any case, he is rather easy to read since he can’t help but keep himself open and can lead to him getting easily flustered. His enthusiasm at wanting to help runs him down sometimes, but he sees no fault with that; it is all part of his learning experience after all. Due to lack of self worth, he doesn't find himself very appealing and often times is rather oblivious to any signs of flirtation towards him, thinking they are just being friendly. Mistakes made run in his mind for a long time, thinking about what to improve moving forward. Emotional as he is, he rarely dips his toes in feelings of anger or the like. He forces himself not to.
He doesn't know how or why it triggers, but when his split personality takes over things tend to get messy or violent at the very least. This side of him is prone to biting out snide remarks, his tone usually condescending. Anger and hate roll off of him in waves, but his eyes are what tends to capture those who come into contact with him. Unlike Syrin's typical soft, warm looking eyes, this Syrin is sharp and constantly in a state of glaring scornfully. Though fires of resentment burn through him, his eyes and general feeling towards people are cold. This part of him is aware of the kinder half and regards him with disdain, thinking him as pathetic. This half of Syrin prefers wielding the samurai blade, mindfully opposing the other half's choice in a lance. However, if there is no sharp object in immediate sight he doesn't mind throwing his fists. He cares little of what people think and decides on things based on how relevant it is to him and his goals.
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