(09-21-2017, 02:57 PM)Valence and Sounsyy Wrote: Valuable and useful lore info
Oh wow, thank you so much! With all that in mind, here's what I'm thinking:
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New HistoryFrom his gruff demeanor to the lines on his face, it's plain to all that this man's seen his fair share of shit. More than just age, however, Varn's temperament embodies the sort of lawbringing frontiersman told of in stories by the desertfolk. No guff, no mercy for the wicked. The Kriegspire family's lived in the Thanalan deserts for as long as Varn can remember, and beyond as well, most like. The family lived primarily in Ul'dah, as Varn's father Olbant was a pugilist of the city's arena, but his mother Vivienne mostly lent her potent thaumaturgy to various EATC caravans. As such, Varn's upbringing was mostly with his father, but on rare occasions he got to see his mother. Naturally, Olbant taught him how to defend himself - and perhaps a few flashier moves just for kicks. During Varn's teen years, however, Olbant succumbed to a fatal blow on the Bloodsands, in a fight with a particularly violent Noxius. For a time, Varn was sad, but that sadness turned to anger as Vivienne didn't even take time out of her schedule to fill the void left by Olbant. Varn started picking fights to vent this anger, but Olbant's teachings proved resilient even after his demise.Â
Eventually the city had proved tired of his shenanigans, but rather than chastise the lad, Varn's mother proposed to hire him alongside her as a caravan bodyguard to learn him some discipline - and perhaps mend the rift that had grown between the two. At first Varn proved resistant to the idea, but after a few tours he had grown up a bit more and evened out his temper, even taking the first steps to reconciling with Vivienne. Then, she too was taken in a vicious attack on one of the caravans. Varn had managed to fight them off, but it was already too late for Vivienne. They were several hundred malms away from any sort of clinic, but something within him knew that even if they were able to get her medical help, she'd have refused it. Perhaps it was selfishness, a desire to return to her beloved, or maybe a sense of peace. Either way, it only reignited Varn's anger - except this time it was directed at the criminals. Picking up a flintlock pistol used by one of the highwaymen, Varn learned of its operation and, despite initial wariness on his employers' part, put it to effective use in defense of the caravans he escorted.
Varn had been in the steady employ of the East Aldenard Trading Company as a hired hand for nearly a decade before the advent of magitek and the Garlond Ironworks. While initially curious, Varn wasn't about to give up his steady job to chase some fool's notion. And then, another decade later, the Calamity struck. Varn was well into his middle years at this point, but miraculously he survived. It was clear the world was in turmoil now, and it was high time a little frontier justice was dispensed to those who would perpetrate it.
Eventually the city had proved tired of his shenanigans, but rather than chastise the lad, Varn's mother proposed to hire him alongside her as a caravan bodyguard to learn him some discipline - and perhaps mend the rift that had grown between the two. At first Varn proved resistant to the idea, but after a few tours he had grown up a bit more and evened out his temper, even taking the first steps to reconciling with Vivienne. Then, she too was taken in a vicious attack on one of the caravans. Varn had managed to fight them off, but it was already too late for Vivienne. They were several hundred malms away from any sort of clinic, but something within him knew that even if they were able to get her medical help, she'd have refused it. Perhaps it was selfishness, a desire to return to her beloved, or maybe a sense of peace. Either way, it only reignited Varn's anger - except this time it was directed at the criminals. Picking up a flintlock pistol used by one of the highwaymen, Varn learned of its operation and, despite initial wariness on his employers' part, put it to effective use in defense of the caravans he escorted.
Varn had been in the steady employ of the East Aldenard Trading Company as a hired hand for nearly a decade before the advent of magitek and the Garlond Ironworks. While initially curious, Varn wasn't about to give up his steady job to chase some fool's notion. And then, another decade later, the Calamity struck. Varn was well into his middle years at this point, but miraculously he survived. It was clear the world was in turmoil now, and it was high time a little frontier justice was dispensed to those who would perpetrate it.
Whew, that turned out a bit longer than I'd anticipated! But more detail is always usually good, so I think I can call it done. What do you think?
