Erioch Koren

Erioch Koren
The Veteran Without A War
"Weapons don't make the warrior and memories don't make the man."
OOC Character Information
Main Job(s):	SCH/WHM/AST
Main Tradeskill:	MIN/BTN
Preferred Role:	Healer
Server:	Balmung
Status
Alignment:	Chaotic Neutral
Reputation:	Veteran soldier/adventurer. Aloof.
Occupation:	Bartender
Education:	Basic education
Marital Status:	None
Sexuality:	Ambiguous
Guardian:	Nymeia, The Spinner
Free Company
The Mythril Blades
Items Carried
Heavy, well-worn coat. Narrow glasses.
Characteristics
Race:	Hyur
Clan:	Highlander
Age:	Middle Adulthood (Early Forties)
Height:	6 Fulm, 1 Ilm
Weight:	245 Ponze
Eyes:	Forest green with a ring of yellow around the pupils
Hair:	Soft Black with streaks of Grey
Complexion:	Light Tan
Physical Build:	Stout
Notable Features:	Multiple scars on face and forearms. Callused hands.

Attributes
	Strength	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █		P.Defense	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
	Dexterity	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █		M.Defense	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
	Martial Prowess	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █		Intelligence	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
	Magic Affinity	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █		Luck	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █

Seven hells, kid, quit whinin' and follow where your footsteps take ya.

People die. Sometime they're close to us and other times they're not. That's what people do.

Basic Info

A half-grin wearing, spirit-slinging older Highlander who seems to have an issue realizing when enough is enough. Tends to be forgetful, and seems to have little memory of his life before the Calamity. Though he may come across as flippant or dismissive about most issues, the light in his green eyes seems to suggest otherwise.

Likes ■ Reading. ■ A good bourbon. ■ Heights and steady breezes. ■ Putting the haughty and overzealous in their place. ■ Simple songs and singing.

Dislikes ■ People who whine with no plan to fix the issue. ■ Individuals and organizations that cling to ideals over reality. ■ Dwelling on the past or worrying over the future. ■ Liars and traitors. ■ Caves.

Other ■ Alignment: Chaotic Neutral. ■ Vices: Recklessness, over-drinking. ■ Favorite Food: Anything spicy. ■ Favorite Drink: Gridanian Bourbon. ■ Favorite Color: Sky blue

Appearance & Personality

Though he is a somewhat short for a male Highlander (6’1”), Erioch Koren’s height is more than made up for by his broad shoulders and thick, well-muscled arms. Unless he is out working a job that requires a more martial approach, the man is generally seen wearing a heavy, faded brown coat with its sleeves pulled up to just past his elbows. Underneath the old coat there usually only rests a light, soft-blue shirt adorning his chest. Simple pants give way to a heavy pair of boots, the toes somewhat scuffed and faded from repeated wear and the man’s habit of digging the toe of his shoe against the ground.

The Hyur’s shorter, black hair is usually just pushed backwards haphazardly from his brow, silver streaks running through the sable mane. A pair of narrow glasses rests atop the bridge of the man’s nose, forest green eyes peering out from behind the glass with a spark behind his pupils. His dark beard is interrupted in a number of places by several scars that mar his light-tan complexion, one such scar just crossing over the top of his lip. The longest, deepest scar seems to travel from the corner of his temple down along the line of his jaw and onto his neck.

Well-worked muscle cords the old soldier’s forearms and shoulders, and if age has slowed his step any, one would not be able to tell just by watching the man move. When in battle, callused hands can be seen wielding any number of different weapons, some of which having been picked up off the battlefield itself or fashioned from nearby scraps and debris if he was caught unawares. Even when in pain or under the duress of combat, the Highlander can’t help himself from laughing, a sloppy, half-grin almost a permanent fixture upon his features.

Though not wholly insensitive, Erioch is not afraid to speak what is on his mind, other’s opinions be damned. His rough, grizzled baritone can usually be heard barking out a laugh just before offering a swear or exclamation. Even if he may seem uninterested in more academic discussions, the Highlander is far from a simpleton, preferring instead to focus his mental efforts on more creative endeavors.

Wherever he may be or whoever he may be with, Erioch is sure to find the humor of a situation. When alone, the silence is generally broken by a soft, easy tune welling up and sounding out as a lilting hum of the man's voice.

Biography

This section is intentionally left blank. Player prefers that character history be learned through in character conversation.

Miscellaneous

Rumors Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard) ■ I think I've seen him around. Saw someone matching his description heading out of town with enough weapons strapped to him to arm a whole platoon. ■ Huh? Oh he's just some old soldier type, I heard he was over near Carteneau when the lesser moon came down. ■ You used to never see the guy without this Highlander lass with dark red hair nearby. Haven't seen her around in a while though, come to think of it. ◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear) ■ He may not talk about it much, but I'm pretty sure he was in Ala Mhigo when the Garleans took it over. ■ Sure, he may seem friendly enough, but he ain't above getting paid to get his hands dirty. Once saw him and his companion arguing about how best to hide a body in the middle of Ul'Dah ◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard) ■ He seems familiar...wait, wasn't someone matching his description wanted by the Flames for some reason or other? ◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players) ■ ■ ■ ■

Relationships ♥Romantic Interest ♥Platonic Love ♥Close Friend ●Good Standing ●Neutral Standing ✖Poor Standing Section Under Construction Gallery Relevant Links In-Character Tumblr: http://erioch.tumblr.com/ The Mythril Blades: http://the-mythril-blades.tumblr.com/ Footnotes Template by Bancroft Gairn InfoBox by L'aenoh Tia