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: <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''X'caizhen Tia:''' "He was the man who helped me decipher what exactly had happened to Taka when she was hiding in the Quicksand - he healed her wound and translated our conversation together so that she could understand what I was trying to say. I probably came across as a little rude to him to begin with, which I kind'a regret but, in the end he seemed to trust me." | : <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''X'caizhen Tia:''' "He was the man who helped me decipher what exactly had happened to Taka when she was hiding in the Quicksand - he healed her wound and translated our conversation together so that she could understand what I was trying to say. I probably came across as a little rude to him to begin with, which I kind'a regret but, in the end he seemed to trust me." | ||
− | : <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> Nazzhund Solkbyrtsyn: "You can't miss Nazzhund in a room. As he put it, he looks as though he's strapped a pink chocobo's rear to his head, and he isn't wrong. Normally, friendly faces are just waiting for the right time to take what they want from you, and leave. However, Nazzhund defended me and my friends, when a group of poorly educated Au Ra decided that it would be a brilliant idea to pull weapons on us in the Coffin. Even still, with the humour comes a heavy heart with Nazzhund, and I hope that someone, someday can help him through his internal battles." | + | : <font style="color:#9EC60B;" size="3">●</font> '''Nazzhund Solkbyrtsyn:''' "You can't miss Nazzhund in a room. As he put it, he looks as though he's strapped a pink chocobo's rear to his head, and he isn't wrong. Normally, friendly faces are just waiting for the right time to take what they want from you, and leave. However, Nazzhund defended me and my friends, when a group of poorly educated Au Ra decided that it would be a brilliant idea to pull weapons on us in the Coffin. Even still, with the humour comes a heavy heart with Nazzhund, and I hope that someone, someday can help him through his internal battles." |
: <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> '''W'mine Mihata:''' "She's a woman with far more wanderlust in her veins than I think I've ever had in my entire life. She may be shy, delicately so, but she is no damsel - I keep finding myself at her heels, and I hope that we'll have plenty of stories to tell, assuming she doesn't get sick of my company. She's almost had me killed three times, the least I can do is throw a few near-death excitement her way." | : <font style="color:#F02311;" size="3">♥</font> '''W'mine Mihata:''' "She's a woman with far more wanderlust in her veins than I think I've ever had in my entire life. She may be shy, delicately so, but she is no damsel - I keep finding myself at her heels, and I hope that we'll have plenty of stories to tell, assuming she doesn't get sick of my company. She's almost had me killed three times, the least I can do is throw a few near-death excitement her way." |
Revision as of 06:37, 24 October 2016
"Curiosity hasn't killed this cat yet."
Szhiid'ir has seen his fair share of hardships, such as slavery, loss and a handful of battlewounds; he's a magnet for trouble whether he's seeking it or not.
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Basic Info
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Appearance & Personality
- A tall and muscular male with unusually tanned skin for one of his kind. His skin, body and face are all as young as his years, however, his eyes seem older - they appear weathered and aged, as if he'd seen quite a few tragic events in his life.
- There are scars littered across his body, which when seen dancing, are exposed to the eyes of onlookers. These scars have been created by a whip, for the most part, and a few dagger cuttings here and there. This, to most, would indicate that the young man might have spent quite a lengthy portion of his life as a slave.
- Should you have the opportunity to see below his armour, his back is covered in lash-scars, presumeably from a whip, as well as a few left from sword wounds across his ribs and midriff, suggesting a lifetime of punishments in his past. Though, due to the colour of his skin, these blemishes are not necessarily as noticable as they would have been in his natural pale state.
- His eyes are pale and piercing inside blackened eyelids, his pupils wide and inviting. He has an angular face with masculine features and slight age, suggesting that he is entering if not firmly planted in his prime.
- Much like there are two sides to a coin, Szhiid'ir can be seen in one or two ways: either wearing expensive, glittery dancing clothes or expensive coats, or simple, cheap 'peasant' clothes - there is no in-between.
- Though his face is always neatly groomed, and his skin almost always clean and well looked after, his clothes when he isn't planning on a performance, are often left to the elements - torn, patched and often times dirty, despite his care for his own hygiene beneath them.
- His dancing clothes are always in top condition - it would seem that he paid a pretty penny not only to purchase them in the first place, but also to keep them in that very same condition as when he bought them.
- Quite cocky with all things considered - whilst he might have his quiet half hours, he tends to enjoy butting into conversation to ensure that he is always a part of the situation.
- He's also a bit of a ladies' man, or at least he believes so, tending to flirt in the most obscure of times.
- He is usually incredibly focused in battle, usually tossing his surrounding companions aside to concentrate on enemies.
- His time as a slave has given him an overwhelming sense of "I survived that - I can survive anything!", even to the sense where he feels as though he might just rule the world for the moment.
*The Silver Devil
- Given the fact that a majority of his years were spent as a slave, Szhiid'ir has taken on a more vengeful route in recent times. He's often been caught attempting to harm slavers, and nobility who choose to keep their servants unpaid, as a means of freeing these people, whilst taking all that he can get from their 'owners' as possible in the matter of riches.
- Most would assume that he would keep his identity a secret in such a business, however, he dons the same type of mask as he does when dancing - the only difference is the colour. With the same decorative etchings, it isn't hard to make the link, however, in changing his mask from a black-and-gold mix into a solid silver, he has managed to evade too much of a confrontation as a result.
- The Devil is usually armed with many blades hidden on his person, however, the two most would recognise on sight are those which he likes to name his 'fangs'. These blades are his primary form of attack, and defense, when his strong dancing legs aren't quite fast enough. He's often left one of these blades behind when the heat has become too much in battle, only to reclaim it days forth as he returns to complete his task.
- The name was originally given to him by Yue'la Lavoie, after many'a meeting with her without giving his name. Why he chose to change it into that of a persona within itself, only he knows.
Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! ◢ Gridania Rumours
◢ Ul'dah Rumours
◢ Limsa Lominsa Rumours
◢ Word of Mouth
◢ Notable Achievements
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