|Nameday||Fifth Sun of the Ninth Astral Moon|
|Height||6 fulms, 8 ilms|
|Alias||Ochir Shrikelance/The Shrike|
"My place will always be on the battlefield, weapon in hand."
Former slave, Ishgardian warrior, Wood Wailer, wandering mercenary, and ex-Dragoon, Eruantien is a lost son of the Twelveswood that has finally found his way home only to leave again. He bears scars that belie his life of fighting - first in illegal pits in Ul'dah, and then from his wanderings as a mercenary and monster hunter. Despite many hardships, Eruantien seems content for the time being to drift from conflict to conflict, a wandering warrior seeking new heights where he can keep honing his deadly craft.
Looks and Mannerisms
- Eruantien is on the taller side of average for an Elezen, with dark grey skin that belies his Duskwight heritage. He enjoys wearing his hair long and styled, typically indulging in a few highlights of blue here or there in his dark purple locks. Recently however, he has cut his hair in remembrance of his past. A tiny scar adorns his cheek while a more noticeable and longer one stretches across his face - courtesy of a narrowly avoided sword blow. Underneath his armor Eruantien is built to endure, with wiry muscle covered in scars from his time in captivity. His back bears the worst of it - with scars from both claw, whip, and steel alike. An encounter with a fell Dravanian has left him with a massive scar that stretches from his left shoulder down to his right thigh. Another noticeable set of scars are splotchy marks on both his right and left collarbone from when he was hung and tortured by Garlean mercenaries. Eru also sports a gnarled scar against his abdomen, where an almost near fatal magical attack pierced him clean through. Eruantien enjoys dressing in dark blues, purples, greys, and black, and has a taste for finer pieces of jewelry.
- Due to an injury while protecting a friend against a cultist attack, Eru had his right eye removed. A scar now runs down that side of his face. Tiring of continuously wearing an eyepatch, he has since glamoured his socket.
- Eruantien is mostly a no-nonsense individual. Years of serving in militaristic organizations has given him a brusque demeanor, although he has developed over his travels and dealings a sort of dry wit to temper it (or worsen it, depending on who you speak to). His enslavement has taught him much about the darker natures of people, and it takes time for him to warm up to anyone. While he has read as much as he could manage after learning how, he is certainly not as knowledgeable as he would like to be.
- In recent times, Eru has grown much since his early days as a mercenary and a wanderer. While still slow to trust others, he began to reach out to those around him. His journeys and trials have given him a thoughtful perspective on the world around him, and while he is still quick to raise his weapons for battle, he now has the judgment and foresight to see when it would be valuable to keep his weapons sheathed. He still retains much of his bad habits though, usually preferring to leap headlong into danger by himself before involving others. In addition, when it comes to his companions' wellbeing, Eru is fiery and passionate, always ready to strike for his friends first and ask questions later. He struggled to see that his life too has value, and each loss in the fight against the Horde and his friends' enemies cuts deep.
- Lately Eru has changed but little. Outwardly he appears gregarious and charming, always ready with a pleasant smile or an easy laugh or something to say. It is the front with which he faces the world, a mask to put people at ease. Underneath he is still rather cold and calculating, always ready and willing to manipulate people for his goals or to advance those of his friends. Killing is a solution he will not hesitate to employ, no matter what sort of moral or legal problem someone may have with it. But to his friends Eru continues to be warm, loyal, and ever willing to provide council or a sharp blade to deal with whatever life throws at them.
Before the Calamity
- Eruantien was born to Thermidor and Umiel Valandiel under the boughs of the Twelveswood, in the cavernous regions the Duskwights called home. A pair of former sellswords, his parents had eventually settled down to start a family, intending to leave their life of bloodshed behind them. Their idyllic life did not last long, however. A life of fighting inevitably leaves behind bitter enemies. So it was that Eruantien's parents were eventually tracked down by rival mercenaries from Ul'dah that had lost companions to their blades in the past. They were faced with an ultimatum: sell their son to slavers, or he would face certain death at their hands. Cornered, caught off guard, and with the life of their son threatened, the couple agreed to their terms, desperately hoping that slavery with the chance for escape would be a better choice than certain death. Thus Eruantien was kidnapped by the Ul'dahns, taken while he was out playing near the caves. Sold then into slavery in his fifth year of age, Eruantien was carted away from his homeland of Gridania to fighting pits in Ul'dah, where he grew up, learning quickly when he came of age to fight that he must kill or be killed. It was there that he earned his nickname of the "Lightning Prince," after his preference to silence his foes in a single, swift blow after patiently waiting for them to exhaust themselves. It was a name he heard often, and came to curse the utterance of it. Yet, beholden to his captors, Eruantien could do little but accept the epithet and continue fighting. Though scars piled upon him and others fell before him, he continued to dimly cling to the hope of eventual escape in a dim corner of his mind.
- Finally one day, the young Elezen saw a chance for escape and took it, fleeing due to a lax in security before a fight - such was his obedience to his captors that they had taken to leaving him unchained before a match, believing him to be too broken to try anything. Lost, but desperate to leave behind the wretched chains of bondage that had held him since childhood, Eruantien wandered far in Thanalan, past Mor Dhona, into the unforgiving snows of Ishgard. There, bleeding, broken, and half dead from starvation, he was found by patrolling soldiers and brought to Whitebrim, the nearest Ishgardian outpost.
- After being nursed back to health, he pleaded to become an Ishgardian soldier in service to the Holy See and Halone. The Ishgardians laughed at the idea - a Duskwight, not of Ishgard, in service to the Holy See? But as time went by, and Eruantien became more insistent, the officers' scoffs turned to shrugs, and they acquiesced. Coerthas was tightly pressed by the Dravanian menace - what was one more soldier that would soon become fodder for a hungry dragon? And so Eruantien became a son of Ishgard, albeit in name only. While they accepted him into their ranks and taught him the ways of the Ishgardian lancer - even some skills in the way of the dragon-hunting dragoons, Eruantien was never truly accepted as a comrade-in-arms. Distrustful of his Duskwight heritage, the Coerthas soldiery shunned him, and command would place him in the most miserable posts. Though he felt gratitude to the nation that saved his life, Eruantien eventually grew weary of their treatment of him. It was not long until he resigned his post before his commanding officer, turning his back on Ishgard. Former slave and now oathbreaker, Eruantien left Coerthas with his failures heavy in his heart.
- After his time in Ishgard, Eruantien finally returned to the Twelveswood, walking yet again beneath the boughs that he scarce remembered. While he was accepted with open (albeit wary) arms to the Lancer's Guild and proved his worth in martial skill and deeds, he could not help but feel a sense of mis-belonging. While service to the Wood Wailers was enough for Eruantien, it was nothing more than his life in Ishgard, albeit his companions treated him with a bit more respect. However, a Duskwight Wailer still bore the problems of being a Duskwight Wailer. While he cherished his connection with his Gridanian companions, Eruantien knew that he would never be able to truly belong there like he wished. And so it was with a pained heart that he took his leave of the Wailers, and set his feet upon the traveling path once more. Now Eruantien wanders Eorzea, selling his services to those that have the gil, searching for a time and place that he can call home.
After the Fall
- Dalamud's fall has had little effect on Eruantien's day to day. Arguably, it has increased his business dramatically; since the Grand Companies have had to divert their resources and stretch themselves thin, services of capable mercenaries such as he have been in demand. However, the Duskwight engages in recovery efforts from time to time, contributing some of his profits and abilities to refugee camps throughout Eorzea. He particularly spends much of his time in Ul'dahn refugee camps, ensuring that families do not fall prey to enterprising merchants and ne’er-do-wells.
- In addition, the specter of his enslavement has begun to weigh again on Eruantien's mind. Before, during his time in Ishgard, he had tried to remember or find clues as to who had sold him or taken him, but to little success. But the recent events and refugees have caused him to look back again, and he has begun taking a deeper interest in the comings and goings of suspicious Ul'dahns. He can often now be seen asking travelers or citizens from Gridania about his parents, usually to little success.
- After destroying the band of slavers that had captured him all those years ago, Eru glamoured his appearance, though with the side effects of a curse placed upon him when the spell was cast, the change may have been permanent. Taking on the form of an Auri warrior, he headed north, to the Holy See of Ishgard. Though initially there were suspicions about him, Eru forged onward regardless, proving his worth by skill and by deed. And with already some knowledge of the fighting skills of Dragoons, after some time he was accepted into their Order so that he could finish his training. Despite their confusion and wonder at how he had acquired the skills in the first place, they could not deny his skill nor his loyalty to the Holy See, despite being an outsider. And with the Dragonsong War reaching a crescendo in violence and intensity, they saw no reason to turn away another lance that could be turned towards the Dravanian threat. Eruantien served under his Xaela alias of Ochir Shrikelance, taking a stand shoulder to shoulder with his brothers and sister dragoons. While initially he had misgivings about returning to a country that had shunned him in the past, he found that he could not turn his back on a place that served as the closest thing to a home.
- Eru has served with distinction amongst his Order, but still has misgivings about his direction in life. He has since taken a temporary leave of his brothers and sisters in the Order, and departed to try and discover what it is that he lacks. Swearing victory or death, Eru resolves to search for an answer to his troubled thoughts, and takes up the greatsword in lieu of his lance to once again wander Eorzea to find the solace that has eluded him for so long.
- A while after his departure from the ranks of the Dragoons, Eru managed to remove his glamour with the aid of others, and walked the world as an Elezen once more. Ironically, a series of events lead to his drinking of dragon blood to save a friend, and Eru began the long journey of taming the dragon within him, and learning to harness its power.
- Through the sorrow and bloodshed of the Dragonsong War Eru saw and experienced much and lost just as much. But he also gained a partner - Reinette Sompt, a companion and lover that weathered many trials with him. At the end of it all they bonded - not quite marriage, but an old ritual to the Twelve that was just as meaningful and for all intents and purposes the same. It is with both having lost much and gained much that Eru looked towards Gyr Abania and Hingashi, to the rallying horns of war, and a storm of blood that threatened to engulf Eorzea.
- In truth, the war for Ala Mhigan independence was not Eru's primary goal. He was far more interested in the plight of Doma, and the rumoured lands that lay beyond: The Azim Steppe, home to the Xaela tribes. So with Reinette in tow he journeyed across the sea to Kugane, and from there to Doma and by land the Steppe. Along the way he had taken up the sword, deciding that new beginnings warranted a new yet familiar weapon to master. Though his fighting style was ill-suited to the ways and strange swords of the Hingans, he nonetheless spent much time observing their traditions and ways of combat. And he put this knowledge and his own fighting skill to use in the Steppe, challenging their warriors and dancing like thunder across the rolling green grass of their lands.
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