Name: Chivalorous Hester
Concept: Coward and Gambling Addict who keeps getting roped into saving the world.
Race: Hyur
Quote: "No. I'm not going to do it. The tables are full and I've got good cards. You can't make me leave and chase the Lord of Bloody Darkness and Evil or stop the Armegeddon Magnet or whatever bloody thing you want me to do. The only time I'm going to run off and the only time I'm going to leave this table are the same time, and that is when I run out of money, so leave me a-..." *checks cards again* "Well then, shall we be off?"
Chivalorous Hale believes in Fate. He believes he's fated to strike it rich, that Nymeia has granted him an inordinate amount of luck and that, despite all the evidence to the contrary, he's going to meet a bright future by doing nothing but cheating at cards, a lucky high-risk venture, and maybe the mildest of petty larcenies when no one is looking. He believes himself to be a charmer, the snake-oil salesman who can take a tin of paint and a run-down racing bird and turn it into someone's fantasy, the mighty and inexhaustible gold chocobo. After all, when you sell dreams, they only need to last until you leave and their eyes open to the truth.Â
Sadly, Nymeia has more in store for Chivalorous. She intends for him to live up to the silly, made-up name his Dirt-farming, illiterate Limsan parents gave him and turn him into a force of good and change in Hydaelin, even if he has to do it while kicking, screaming, and dragging furrows into the dirt with his fingernails.
Circumstances forces Chivalorous into the Battle of Carteneau, joining the ranks of the Maelstrom in order to escape, however temporarily, a small mountain of gambling debts that had left him bound to the life of a fugitive. Having found that a coward's survival tendencies make for excellent instincts on the field of battle, he received a field promotion to Sergeant and, after having his initial plan of bravely charging as far away from the battle as possible rebuffed by his superiors, led his command into the thickest of the fighting, hoping to go all the way through and out the other side before anyone noticed, yelling bravely (but with a whiny, high-pitched edge to it) all the while.
This led him to be one of those legendary Warriors of Light hurled into the future, his name and reputation wiped clean from the annals of history.Â
Including his gambling debts.Â
For all of about three days, which was how long it took for him to be run out of the township of Swiftperch with nothing but the clothes on his back, to start it all over again with nary a lesson learned.
Defining Characteristics
Why I Can't Really Play Him
A character like this needs cooperation from a group, because otherwise they'll actually let him run away. The driving force behind the character is that he's being forced into acting on the tiny smidge of better nature he possesses, and that means he'll need someone to force him. I would have to find a group willing to put up with that nonsense, and frankly there aren't many who wouldn't in the heavier RP scene where motives are supposed to be deeper, and while I could take this character and give him a great deal of depth, most likely, I still don't think I could find the time and the correct group to do him justice.
Concept: Coward and Gambling Addict who keeps getting roped into saving the world.
Race: Hyur
Quote: "No. I'm not going to do it. The tables are full and I've got good cards. You can't make me leave and chase the Lord of Bloody Darkness and Evil or stop the Armegeddon Magnet or whatever bloody thing you want me to do. The only time I'm going to run off and the only time I'm going to leave this table are the same time, and that is when I run out of money, so leave me a-..." *checks cards again* "Well then, shall we be off?"
Chivalorous Hale believes in Fate. He believes he's fated to strike it rich, that Nymeia has granted him an inordinate amount of luck and that, despite all the evidence to the contrary, he's going to meet a bright future by doing nothing but cheating at cards, a lucky high-risk venture, and maybe the mildest of petty larcenies when no one is looking. He believes himself to be a charmer, the snake-oil salesman who can take a tin of paint and a run-down racing bird and turn it into someone's fantasy, the mighty and inexhaustible gold chocobo. After all, when you sell dreams, they only need to last until you leave and their eyes open to the truth.Â
Sadly, Nymeia has more in store for Chivalorous. She intends for him to live up to the silly, made-up name his Dirt-farming, illiterate Limsan parents gave him and turn him into a force of good and change in Hydaelin, even if he has to do it while kicking, screaming, and dragging furrows into the dirt with his fingernails.
Circumstances forces Chivalorous into the Battle of Carteneau, joining the ranks of the Maelstrom in order to escape, however temporarily, a small mountain of gambling debts that had left him bound to the life of a fugitive. Having found that a coward's survival tendencies make for excellent instincts on the field of battle, he received a field promotion to Sergeant and, after having his initial plan of bravely charging as far away from the battle as possible rebuffed by his superiors, led his command into the thickest of the fighting, hoping to go all the way through and out the other side before anyone noticed, yelling bravely (but with a whiny, high-pitched edge to it) all the while.
This led him to be one of those legendary Warriors of Light hurled into the future, his name and reputation wiped clean from the annals of history.Â
Including his gambling debts.Â
For all of about three days, which was how long it took for him to be run out of the township of Swiftperch with nothing but the clothes on his back, to start it all over again with nary a lesson learned.
Defining Characteristics
- Cowardice - "What good is being destined for riches if I won't be alive to spend it!?"
- Cynical - "Yes, because love and truth and goodness will save the day rather than, I don't know, maybe not trying to convert the man we just saw grilling a kitten over a house fire that he started!? He's still got fur in his teeth!"
- Over The Top - "Why on Hydaelyn would a man live small and within his means? Why would he speak in small and measured words? Life is bombastic, explosive, riddled with dreams, riches, and quite clever sounding words whose meanings you don't really have to understand to sound impressive! Every breath taken is Nymeia's gift because she could easily put some manner of brain-devouring spore in it to turn you into some manner of gibbering imbecile! Sing a bawdy song! Buy a handsome and talkative chap a drink! Maybe roll some dice! Live! Doesn't that sound ever so much better than pointing that sword at me? Friend? It was only a few thousand gil, after all."
Why I Can't Really Play Him
A character like this needs cooperation from a group, because otherwise they'll actually let him run away. The driving force behind the character is that he's being forced into acting on the tiny smidge of better nature he possesses, and that means he'll need someone to force him. I would have to find a group willing to put up with that nonsense, and frankly there aren't many who wouldn't in the heavier RP scene where motives are supposed to be deeper, and while I could take this character and give him a great deal of depth, most likely, I still don't think I could find the time and the correct group to do him justice.
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