Reborn
I'll spare ya' the detail of my beginnings because it does not matter where one comes from but where they end up. But yes, I'm an immigrant and shouldn't come to any surprise why I arrived into Eorzea because it had quickly become a hotspot for mercenaries, bandits, thieves, pirates, and whatever have you. The Age of Adventurers had dawn and being a man who is always on the look out for work made his way to this grand land. Now I did say I'd spare you the details but in my youth I sailed the seas and traveled to a great deal of places but when the call for adventurers came, I eventually came knocking. Now I've always hated the term "adventurer" I prefer mercenary or sellsword or generally anything else. Adventurer always seems so childish, to me it conjure the idea of lads and lasses who play fight and run errands for little old ladies. I know that is not the true case because most of those lads and lasses are damn fine fighters in their own right, its the name...Moving on. Being a man of the sea it was only natural for me to settle to Limsa Lominsa, as a Sea Wolf  the sea is home and my mistress, though she be cruel I could never truly abandon her especially not for sand and dirt. I got salt water in me veins. Granted Ul'dah is the center of almost everything and I do spend a great deal there, she'll never be my true home. The sea, the waves... that'll always be home for the likes of me. My early years in Limsa I lived on a ship, a little community that was a hodgepodge of immigrants and foreigners. I worked the trade of a docks hand and a hired thug, not particularly proud of it but it put food on my table and allowed my name to be passed around. Aye, yes... the name. As one can tell, I do not share the same costumes or culture as my kin, namely because I do not care about heritage, culture, costumes, nor my people. Why should I care about any other Roegadyns? No, I only care about this Roegadyn, me. Now that I've lost myself, where was I?
Aye, yes Limsa Lominsa! She was good to me and still is. I worked my way up and even earned a respectable rank among their little club the Malestrom, which I am in fact honored by. Its good to have my hard work recognized and given proper respect. Life as a sellsword or adventurer is often one without recognition and respect, you're nothing more than an errand boy sent fetching items for lazy and weak employers. I can go out and slay the biggest and nastiest beast in the land and all I'll get is a simple pat on the back and good job as you would a pet. Now with the Grand Companies, you get a might fine paycheck and if you're lucky the boss will greet you in person. Now its not always like that being a hero, some errand boys who defend a Hamlet or crush some bothersome beast get a great deal of praise and fame, but the average guys, like me, don't get shit. Because .. its expected of us. We're suppose to be the grand heroes and just the satisfactions of saving the day should be rewarding enough. Which is why I often charge for my heroic deeds. I learned early on, if you're good at something never do it for free. Fighting and killing is something I am good, no great at. Maybe I'm the only one dumb enough to venture into some lair of some Voidsent Beast or want to go knocking on the Beastmen's front door looking for a fight. Maybe its me. I'm a professional warrior, its my job, my calling. Hell, its the only thing I remember knowing how to do.
Why am I rambling? Because I'm bored or maybe I want someone to know my reasons and that I'm not just some mad dog. Face it Rook... maybe you're just a mad dog after all, some antagonistic ass who loves to fight and causing trouble. I'm not a bad guy, maybe I'm not the nicest guy in town... but I'm not a bad guy. I'm not going around killing people and bragging about it, no I've never killed anyone that didn't deserve it. And besides I mostly fight Beastmen, pirates, thieves, and other undesirables like me. Though maybe I'm changing, maybe the encounters I've had in recent days have spun me a hundred and eighty degrees turning me into something better... or maybe I've really lost it and don't know what I am doing anymore, just trying to keep on keepin' on. Grand Companies did however give me a purpose in life and reward for throwing myself into whatever comes next, come hell or high water, i always return. Always looking for the next big adventure, next big battle, next opportunity to shine.
Would I do things differently if given the chance, probably. But then again, probably not. I don't like the tread on the past, nothing good comes from dwelling on it. Can't change it and it only blinds you from the path you are going. And looking too far ahead, you lose sight of what's in front of you. Me? I'm a guy who lives for the moment, let the dice fall where they may. Whatever outcome, I'll accept it. Well guess that's enough rambling. The throat is dry and the stomach is rumbling. Until next time.
Rook.