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! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Gerlot Lucis Froste,</b> <i>relationship</i>. <b>(</b><font style="color:#000000;" | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Gerlot Lucis Froste,</b> <i>relationship</i>. <b>(</b><font style="color:#000000;" | ||
− | size="2">✝</font> <b>)</b> - <b> | + | size="2">✝</font> <b>)</b> - <b>Father.</b></div> |
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| <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>" He 'as cruel sometimes...but 'e was my father..."</i></div> | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>" He 'as cruel sometimes...but 'e was my father..."</i></div> | ||
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Singing Stream,</b> <i>relationship</i>. <b>(</b><font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font> <b>)</b> - <b> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Singing Stream,</b> <i>relationship</i>. <b>(</b><font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font> <b>)</b> - <b>Master.</b></div> |
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| <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Elder Stream?! Where?! ."</i></div> | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Elder Stream?! Where?! ."</i></div> | ||
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! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>O'ndanya Mitnu,</b> <i>relationship</i>. <b>(</b><font | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>O'ndanya Mitnu,</b> <i>relationship</i>. <b>(</b><font | ||
− | style="color:#FA70BC;" size="2">♥</font> <b>)</b> - <b> | + | style="color:#FA70BC;" size="2">♥</font> <b>)</b> - <b>Best Friend.</b></div> |
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| <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Anya...grea' friend. Painful to crack 'er shell..."</i></div> | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Anya...grea' friend. Painful to crack 'er shell..."</i></div> | ||
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− | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Fellana Theirin,</b> <i>relationship</i>. <b>(</b><font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font> <b>)</b> - <b> | + | ! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Fellana Theirin,</b> <i>relationship</i>. <b>(</b><font style="color:#6B8E23;" size="2">✔</font> <b>)</b> - <b>Ex-Wife.</b></div> |
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| <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Fel?...She's a saint..."</i></div> | | <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;"><b>Character's Thoughts:</b> <i>"Fel?...She's a saint..."</i></div> |
Latest revision as of 03:59, 15 July 2017
"You see them younglin's...
Achillies Froste is a Fist of Rhalgr; trained and raised into the lifestyle by Gerolt Lucis Froste in the wilds of Coerthas since he could manage to walk. He is a man of emotion; carried by the thoughts and memories of those he's lost, along with those he refuses to lose. Standing with experience and emotion on his sleeve he fears very little so long as he is certain he is fighting for a proper and just cause. With a smile on his lips and fist to the sky; Achillies Froste will shout rallying calls of war and brotherhood and carry all whom answer in his heart as family until the last cannon of war is fired.
Aspects That Stand Out:
Achillies Froste, born Aubrenard Draefunont, started his life in the City-State of Ishgard. A small child born of low nobility to a merchant family of some standard with a short lived stint of normality before falling victim to the plots of back room politics and dastardly plots would find the child whisked from his family and safety before he was even a year old. The child Froste being kidnapped and taken from the city into the wilderness; to be held for ransom, if only the kidnapper hadn't been mauled by a wolf when he ventured out of the small shack to relieve himself. Several Sun would come to pass as the child was left in that shack; starving and alone, until his cries would catch the ears of a traveling Highlander man and beckoning him to investigate. This man, would be Gerolt Lucis Froste, the to-be mentor and standing father figure to our elezen brat after seeing in him an impeccable will to live. He personally took the fact he found his child as a sign from his patron deity, Rhalgr: The Destroyer, to take the young Froste under his wing to train and nurture him. He would instill the arts of the Fist of Rhalgr and the culture of Ala Mhigo in his mind and heart from the moment he found him; training him to be an Ala Mhigan himself. Over the years of living in the wild and surviving, while training at the same time with his Master, he learned how to live off the lands and use even the simplest rock to his advantage. Nearing the age of eighteen Froste was separated from Gerolt, after his Master had begin to fall to a fatal disease he could not manage to fight off. Sent away with nothing but the cyclas on his back, and the pair of Sphairai passed down to him by Gerolt; the now young man set off to face a beast he had never been trained to handle: Social living. After years of failing to find a way to fit in anywhere; he found himself enjoying the breezes and ocean of La Noscea. Though, his life of living on the shore front was relatively short lived once his eyes caught the sight of a particular Miqo'te. Enjoying the sight and having no idea how to approach a woman with any form of tact, the young vagabond found it would be a logical idea to quietly follow her. And follow her he did, unknowingly leading him into the next rocky chapter of his life. His curiosity for the unknown piquing his interests while he slipped into the manor she entered; greeted by blades and arrows with the fluidity of a downhill river. He had found his way into a profession that actively fit the skill set his was given with nativity: Mercenary Work. The headstrong levinspark that the elezen was trained to have; paired with his natural will to fight would prove his greatest enemy over the next seven years. Going from Mercenary Company to Mercenary Company as each would fall and disband; he was a flame of hope and an unyielding force on the battlefield. The spark of life coming alive in his heart every time he was in combat and revitalizing him, most of the time not a matter to the injuries he sustained. Fighting was fun for him. It was the only fun the man truly understood being robbed of an actual childhood and being nurtured for war, he began to question everything. Fighting for nothing wouldn't feel right to him anymore and began to sour his mood and mind without understanding why. The exhaustion, the pain of loss, and the fact he had found himself a wife to care for all piled in his mind and began to change him and would bury that flame for combat he always held so close. At the age of 27 Froste had decided to retire from mercenary work with a heavy heart. Leaving behind those he considered brothers and sisters for a calm and collected life. He would settle down with his wife and take up employment as a Hand to Hand combat instructor for the Gilded Rose Academic Institute; while taking up an active role in a group of Ala Mhigan's and other Fist's of Rhalgr he had found over his travels. This is where he had lived happily and quietly for months, just enjoying the blessings of a simple life for awhile. The rest to proved to be good for the sake of some of his old injuries and offered the elezen a chance to think and clear his mind. That was until the events of Baelsar's Wall shook the mans bones. A road that has been whispering in his ears finally taking it's strength to shout his name. A road that would take everything from him while rekindling that spark of hope in a revolution he would ignite. Being faced with the choice of a normal life and his wife, or the path he had embraced since childhood. He would leave it all behind... "I'm comin' home."
Notes:
Froste is a man who's experienced a lot over his 28 years alive and has gone through many phases of his emotional state and personality. From Naive Boy in The City; to a brooding pathless warrior with a lost calling. But he current exists as a man who fights his hardest to overcome negative emotions at all turns. Though he may fall once in awhile, he finds it difficult to remain upset while others are and takes it upon himself to overcome his own pains so he can do his part to cheer others up or assist in some fashion. You'll typically find his free-spirited heart smiling at most turns of the day; especially in or around combat where his heart truly sings in comfort and joy.Under that smile does in fact hold a heart that weighs heavy with guilt, and it is not incredibly uncommon to find Froste in a lonesome state of thought as he reviews his past to himself.
Froste uses the combat arts of the Fist of Rhalgr taught to him by Gerolt Froste and Elder Singing Stream. With a weave of aether in his hand to hand combat skills; he commands his personal physical aether to empower his strikes and allow him to perform incredible aetherical feats such as the Tornado Kick or Elixir Field. His combat style itself can be compared heavily to Kyokushin Karate with a mix of various Kung Fu. Grappling is a weakness of his in combat and as such prefers keeping to striking than going to the ground.
Weapons of Choice
Below is useful tidbits should you ever be interested in trying to attack/spar with Froste. Please note that I am very open to gore and violence and am not beyond having my character sport an injury for days to weeks on end. However! Dismemberment, permanent damage, and even death needs to be spoken about prior in vivid detail/discussion before anything will ever occur IC.
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