Aymon Wollhundsyn
 Aymon Wollhundsyn
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| Formerly the Skull of Coeurl Claws | |||||||||
 "Hangovers, Bloody noses, cracked ribs? Just reminders that you're alive!" | |||||||||
| OOC Character Information | |||||||||
| Main Job(s): | Pugilist | ||||||||
| Main Tradeskill: | Carpenter | ||||||||
| Preferred Role: | Damage | ||||||||
| Server: | Balmung | ||||||||
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| Alignment: | Chaotic Good | ||||||||
| Reputation: | Immortal Flames | ||||||||
| Occupation: | Mercenary | ||||||||
| Education: | Home Education, Streetwise | ||||||||
| Marital Status: | Single | ||||||||
| Sexuality: | Hetrosexual (Leans Bisexual when drunk...) | ||||||||
| Guardian: | Oschon, The Wanderer | ||||||||
| Free Company | |||||||||
| Companyless | |||||||||
| Items Carried | |||||||||
| Clothes, A pair of Dice for Gambling, Personal Drinking Flask. | |||||||||
| Characteristics | |||||||||
| Race: | Hyur/Roegadyn | ||||||||
| Clan: | Midlander/Seawolf | ||||||||
| Age: | 32 | ||||||||
| Height: | 7 fulm 2 ilm. | ||||||||
| Weight: | 289 ponze. | ||||||||
| Eyes: | Blue | ||||||||
| Hair: | Dark Brown | ||||||||
| Complexion: | Light Skinned | ||||||||
| Physical Build: | Muscular Athletic | ||||||||
| Notable Features: | Roegadyn body shape, Six Dot marking on Forehead, Many scars. | ||||||||
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General
Aymon is a former Bandit now turned Mercenary. He enjoys good brawls and good drinks and is fairly often seen getting into trouble with his lack of foresight on his actions. He's been known to frequent clinics for medicine, as much as he's been seen leaving clinics for getting his ass handed to him for being a fool in said taverns. He's a brawny fighter, loving to use his bare fists and isn't one to turn down a chance to brawl. He is a half-breed of Roegadyn and Midlander, and he doesn't hide that fact. Born and raised in Uldah, and also the bearer of a secret past.
Combat
Aymon is the former leader of a Bandit Crew known as the Coeurl Claw. He lead them to survive, rather than to cause mayhem. When his crew was wiped out he turned good and has lead his life as a Mercenary, few knowing his true past. He uses his fists and is a quick and agile fighter beyond just the brute force he wields, but he knows little about tact and strategy. He's heavily offensive and rarely considers defence, usually throwing out flurries of blows before considering what could be turned against him. There have been claims of him using magic but none have proven it. He wears a light set of clothing over armor, sometimes he'll wear leathers but rarely.
Current Relationships
None
History
Aymons Father loved gambling more than anything, and he was good at it too. His coin was many and his vices few, until the day he met Aymons mother. A lovely Seawolf, her beauty matching her brawn point per point. His final gamble was simple, all of his coin against the chance to bed her. He won. A long and drawn out night between the two lead to the Half-breeds birth, but where was his father after? Bastard son and a mother struggling to make coin to raise him, in the City of Uldah where both Half-Breeds and those who made them are looked down on. Worse yet, his mother and he shared a Similair health defect. In moments of stress or over excertion they would not only fall weak, but cough blood and eventually pass out. Medicine was avaliable but no matter how hard she worked his mother could only ever afford enough medicine for one of them, and she chose her son.
Years of struggling ended with her inevitable death, and Aymon was now an orphaned Half-Breed on the streets. No work would come his way and very little charity found him. It wasn't long until he had to resort to desperate measures to survive, and soon took on the life of a thief. It started small, Gil Pouches and food.. Soon becoming trade items and even weapons. Enough just to survive, until it grew near impossible for him to get around as a thief in the city itself. He took to the desert, and started to assault trade caravans, and wandering passers. Taking all they had and trading it among the outlying Villages.
Soon others joined him, amassing a small group of desert bandits. A small but brutal group of fellow outcasts. He served as their leader, and after a rather fortuitous raid he nabbed a rather lovely Ornate Coeurl Skull. He turned it onto a mask, hiding who he was and slowly garbling himself in furrs and leathers to hide who he was completely. Eventually he wa mistaken for an actual Roegadyn, his troop refered to as the Coeurl fangs. After a long run, eventually the Brass Blades had to hunt them down. On the night of the attack Aymon was in town, his bandit attire left at the gates, getting treatment for his ailment. He returned to an empty camp, his crew and possessions long gone.
He hid his attire for now, coming back to town with wanted posters everywhere for his head, but thankfully the only known image of him was his Coeurl leader attire. He turned a new leaf, his fists which were once used to punch through caravans now used as mercenary tools for pay, frequenting taverns to just lose himself in drink, fun brawls, and the occasional fun lay. Never letting anyone know who he was before.
Rumors
Spoken
• "That halfie? Was in here drinking with a Roegadyn lass. They owe us for a new headboard up at the inn." - Quicksand Waitress
Whispered
PC
Theme Music
- ♪ Flyers (Instrumental) by Bradio - Main Theme
- ♪ Kanji's Theme from Persona 4 Arena - Fight theme
- ♪ Weapons of White from Final Fantasy Type-0 - Skull of the Coeurl
