Khlegane Rackham
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"Someone's been asking about me again, eh? Figures, a man like me doesn't just fall of the face of the planet no matter how hard he tries. Hm? What was that? Nah, don't worry about my story, it would bore you half to tears, I reckon." Khlegane is an honest man, in his own eyes anyway. Though his behaviors and choice of jobs may hold contrary to the fact, he holds a certain code of honor that others would find interesting. "The good above all, that's what matters- and I don't care WHO I have to knock down to make sure what's right is right. Bleedin' bastards, they are..." Born in Ul'dah, raised in Limsa, and having gallivanted most places in between and without, Khlegane is a well traveled soul with experiences to boot and friends to share in the revelry. He is well versed in many combat styles and prefers physical confrontation over anything with a hint of the supernatual, but he dabbles where he needs. His story is there, it exists, but behind the innocent mining and adventurer supply business he runs, who would believe it? One would simply need to seek Mr. Rackham out themselves, perchance buy the man a pint, and in one glorious evening of fanfare and debauchery, he may share his tale- or even bring them into the fold.
"Oi, ya see that one? Got it a while back wrangling a mooring line from an angry Zuu who wanted it fancy their nest a bit. Nasty buggers, I tell ya. Mind your head when they're around, they may mistake it for a stone." Khlegane stands just at Five fulms and Eleven ilms tall, nothing too spectacular but he doesn't pay his height much mind. He bears all the expected features of a Hyur, though one might expect him to be much darker in complexion, considering his youth in the Thanalan deserts as well as abroad the seas. His hair is a dark, dirty blonde with hints of sun bleached strawberry, and he wears it back until such a time he decides to finally gut it. Khlegane boasts a physical build complimentary to his life; leaner, stronger,and oddly large forearms. His eyes twinkle a light aquamarine and his smile twinkles just a bit lighter, but who's to say the intentions behind it? Khlegane prefers his warmer colors. "Well ya see, you spend so much time under the sun, and then one day you're swept away on a lousy, dingy of a boat out into the 'drink,'blue...so much bloody blu- anyway, you start to miss where ya came from. AND... I do believe red suits me more than it does you, mate." Aspects That Stand Out:
Khlegane can be very personable, more so with a pint or four, but enjoyable company nonetheless. One wouldn't assume his talents or history without catching the ever brief breaks in his facade. Nevertheless, Khlegane wears a smirk and a zest for the path less traveled. Though friendly, he is not above voicing his opinion, and this has led to many a brawl over sometimes the most simple matters. To be fair, he might just enjoy it on occasion. "Now, I understand that might have been a ruckus and a- Hey, look at me, it's ok- It might have been a ruckus, but let me ask you this: Would you have ever seen a Roegadyn that big fly across a tavern like that if you had decided to just stay in your comfy little nook and draw pictures all day? See, I'm sophistimacated."
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