Nite Dawngale
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Gender | Male |
Race | Hyur |
Clan | Mixed |
Citizenship | Limsa Lominsa |
Age | Young |
Height | 6 fulm, 5 ilms |
Marital Status | Married to Vi |
Occupation | "Honest Trader" |
Guardian | Llymlaen |
Nameday | 12th Sun of the First Umbral Moon |
'Nite' Dawngale is a lively lad, both well-known and well-loved in his home city of Limsa Lominsa. Brought there as a baby by his mother fleeing the growing turmoil in Ala Mhigo, he considers the city the only home he has ever known. During his fourth summer, his mother mysteriously abandoned him, giving no reason and leaving no clue. His last memory of family was watching her sail away on a vessel into the sunset, not once turning to look back at him. Alone, he struggled on the harsh streets, then ruled by pirates, clawing what existence he could, stealing to fill his belly. Over the course of the years, he became the leader of a street gang of other urchins and orphans, but their presence on the streets all but disappeared with the rise of Merlwyb, and the reformation of the Yellowjackets. Emerging years later as a man, Nite became beloved by many in the city. His reputation as a child became lost in the currents as Merylwyb's rule washed away much of the danger on the streets, and many that did remember him came to pity the circumstances that turned him to crime. Today, Nite can mostly be found on the streets of Hawker's Alley, or drinking in The Drowning Wench, regaling folk with tall tales, and listening enthusiastically to those of others.
Demeanor: Nite is extremely friendly, perhaps overly so, to near-enough everyone he meets. Always ready to compliment anyone on just about anything, most take a liking to him right off the bat, while others tend to find such behaviour suspicious. Owing much to his upbringing, Nite is cunning, but stupid; often relying on street-smarts, charm, and sheer luck to get him out of unfavourable situations.
Religion: Though he invokes the name of The Twelve often, especially Llymlaen, he does so more out of habit than piety. In his own words:'I ain't never seen a god, so I don't reckon I can say fer sure.'
Common Appearance: Nite is tall and brawnier than most 'midlanders', owing to mixed parentage. His long, jet black hair is always immaculately groomed, framing a young and pleasant face. His tanned skin accentuates his sea-blue eyes.
Scars & Markings: His most striking feature is the black stripe across his eyes, a marking of Clan Dawngale. His body and arms are marred with dozens of tiny scars from cuts, though he has a three ilm scar on the left side of his stomach, that goes through to the back.
Voice: Nite's voice is soft, but loud. He speaks in a thick Limsan accent.
Clothing: Always dressed in some of the finest materials money can buy, and yet his sense of fashion is very street. Nite always says to dress from the bottom up, because a good pair of boots means you'll always be walking in luxury. His most prized item of clothing, and one he absolutely never goes without, is his bandanna, which is adorned with a variety of curious trinkets.
- Gil
- Drinking
- Sandwiches
- Napping
- Warmth
- The Sea
- Meeting People
- Stories
- Being Cold
- Whiny Lizard-People
- Dragon-Botherers
- Chitinous Bastards
- Pickle-traffickers
- Magic
- Effort
Chief among Nite's strengths is his ability to talk himself out of almost any situation, his stupidity often leaving his opponents flummoxed or feeling guilty. Failing that, Nite is actually a master swordsman, favouring backswords, particularly the sabre. Though in recent times, he much prefers to rely on his massive flintlock-style pistol, preferring it to the recent innovations from Ishgard.
Despite being formidable in combat, Nite is a complete coward and will avoid conflict at all costs. He'll instantly submit and cower at the mere mention of magic. His lack of intelligence, and inability to read or write often leaves him utterly useless in situations where he can't bargain his way out with words alone.
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Gaining a knack for fencing in the back alleys of Limsa, and trained professionally by a mysterious mentor, Nite employs an expert brand of sabre combat when absolutely pressed. The sword itself always hangs at his belt, and is a masterwork of smithing, though it would seem plain to those without an eye for such things. He also carries a rondel dagger on his belt, just in case he needs something to pierce armour with in a pinch. His most notable weapon, however, is his custom flintlock; inscribed with the words 'graceful kiss' on the barrel, this fancy-looking piece is usually found hiding under his sash, especially to keep the prying eyes of the Yellowjackets from seeing it.

Expand Vi Dawngale (♥ ★ ) - Wife
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Expand Yst Dawngale (♥ ● ) - Mother
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Expand ??? ( ♥≈ ) - Father
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Expand Virgil Fairfax ( ✔ ● ) - Mentor
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Expand Jess (♥ ★ ✖ ) - Role Model
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Expand Fhawn Millahn (♥ ★ ) - Friend
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Expand Vhas'ya Bitterbane (♥ ★ ) - Friend
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Expand Zarconen Maquesh (♥ ★ ) - Friend
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Expand Elza Fairhan (♥ ★ ) - Friend
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Player Info: A professional Englishman who knows no sleep. I've been roleplaying for 23 years, and going to the toilet unattended for almost as long. I have a 19 year history of fencing, so if a fight ever does break out, and you are confused, please let me know!
Server: Balmung