I would like to elaborate on my previous entry of describing my character's "type" of warrior... (I'm bored at work and listening to music got me in the mood!)
Orphaned at two as his parents died someway (he's in his 50s now so that's like ancient history), he was put in an Ala Mhigan military bootie camp that had aims of making the children into Corpse Brigade folk, which were (from what I gather) the equivalent of raiders of hardcoreness. He ran away at age of 12 after murderkilling a jerkbag in blind-poke-you-in-the-spleen rage. He knew the rudementaries of combat. His prime desire in life was to be free, which has always been his driving force first and foremost.
At this time he was a one-hander user mainly... he had not developed the muscle mass for heavy things... he was actually quite scrawny. Most of his early encounters with the wilds of Eorzea (or bad guys) had him on the run rather stand and fight. When that option got stalled, and he had to fight, he fought with whatever worked rather than any definable technique.. he would try to mimic movements he saw or just really tried anything. He was fighting for survival and freedom, which is a much better driving force than greed or glory.
So puberty hit and he started to develop muscles, as well as raging hormones of all sorts! It was probably around 14-15 where he kind of just lost his shit and brutally murderkilled some more jerkbags and picked up a two-hander of some sort. He would use the counter-weight of various two-handers to his advantage. Again, he predominately fought to preserve his own freedom (and those of oppressed folk).
His magic ability grew at this point, still a little blurry of the details (again, this was decades ago) but he found he was able to drain others' aether in one aspect or another... but had a limited grasp on this at the time. His un-technique kept developing. It would change as he saw more fights. It would change as he trained. It would change as he got heavier and heavier armor.
It wouldn't be until his 20s where he got his rage under control.. he's hurt friends during this time during his rage sessions. He's called it various things... the "Darkness", "the Beast", "the Rage". The best I can explain it would be his id on steroids (the id being primal instinct to survive that circumvents higher levels of consciousness in real bad times).
He settled to the scythe or the greatsword as his preferred two handed weapons (whist still carrying 8-12 inch sword on the back of his belt and knives). The scythe prooved to be especially helpful when he was fighting magitek during the Garlean invasion of Ala Mhigo.. cerment is hard stuff so he would use his scythe as a gripping hook to pull magitek down and what have you.
So his "Darkness/Rage/Beast", yeah, kind of adapted that to the Warrior job quests and he's long since had it on a leash but when he does let go, hooo boy, his regard for his bodily safety is out the window. He'll charge into dragon breath and grab the dragon by the face and headbutt it while singing "Marry had a Little Lamb" (okay, probably not that whole thing about grabbing the face... he'd grab the tongue!) He'll throw his greatsword to impale a beast, run at the beast and pull out a one handed sword and just go to stabsville!
Those that have fought or sparred with him in the past and again sometime later would note he's rather unpredictable if one is trying to find a pattern for the most part.
Orphaned at two as his parents died someway (he's in his 50s now so that's like ancient history), he was put in an Ala Mhigan military bootie camp that had aims of making the children into Corpse Brigade folk, which were (from what I gather) the equivalent of raiders of hardcoreness. He ran away at age of 12 after murderkilling a jerkbag in blind-poke-you-in-the-spleen rage. He knew the rudementaries of combat. His prime desire in life was to be free, which has always been his driving force first and foremost.
At this time he was a one-hander user mainly... he had not developed the muscle mass for heavy things... he was actually quite scrawny. Most of his early encounters with the wilds of Eorzea (or bad guys) had him on the run rather stand and fight. When that option got stalled, and he had to fight, he fought with whatever worked rather than any definable technique.. he would try to mimic movements he saw or just really tried anything. He was fighting for survival and freedom, which is a much better driving force than greed or glory.
So puberty hit and he started to develop muscles, as well as raging hormones of all sorts! It was probably around 14-15 where he kind of just lost his shit and brutally murderkilled some more jerkbags and picked up a two-hander of some sort. He would use the counter-weight of various two-handers to his advantage. Again, he predominately fought to preserve his own freedom (and those of oppressed folk).
His magic ability grew at this point, still a little blurry of the details (again, this was decades ago) but he found he was able to drain others' aether in one aspect or another... but had a limited grasp on this at the time. His un-technique kept developing. It would change as he saw more fights. It would change as he trained. It would change as he got heavier and heavier armor.
It wouldn't be until his 20s where he got his rage under control.. he's hurt friends during this time during his rage sessions. He's called it various things... the "Darkness", "the Beast", "the Rage". The best I can explain it would be his id on steroids (the id being primal instinct to survive that circumvents higher levels of consciousness in real bad times).
He settled to the scythe or the greatsword as his preferred two handed weapons (whist still carrying 8-12 inch sword on the back of his belt and knives). The scythe prooved to be especially helpful when he was fighting magitek during the Garlean invasion of Ala Mhigo.. cerment is hard stuff so he would use his scythe as a gripping hook to pull magitek down and what have you.
So his "Darkness/Rage/Beast", yeah, kind of adapted that to the Warrior job quests and he's long since had it on a leash but when he does let go, hooo boy, his regard for his bodily safety is out the window. He'll charge into dragon breath and grab the dragon by the face and headbutt it while singing "Marry had a Little Lamb" (okay, probably not that whole thing about grabbing the face... he'd grab the tongue!) He'll throw his greatsword to impale a beast, run at the beast and pull out a one handed sword and just go to stabsville!
Those that have fought or sparred with him in the past and again sometime later would note he's rather unpredictable if one is trying to find a pattern for the most part.
