Landon

The day had been long, hot and overall tiring. A male Miqo'te figure could be made out approaching the gates of Ul'dah. As the man made his way closer, he stopped in his tracks to look up to the giant city, "Ah home.. It's been sometime hasn't it?" A smirk crept to the corner of his lips as he continued through the gates. Loud, busy and full of life. It was just how he remembered it. Kids running through the streets playing, merchants pedaling their wares, and of course your random street performers all over. The man'a name was Landon, he looked around as he stood still just inside the gates, memories of his own childhood rushing through his thoughts. "Who would've thought that such a lovely and lively city can be cruel and unforgiven when night falls?" He said to himself. Shrugging his shoulders his proceeded to make his way through the streets. The streets were crowded, more than usual actually. It seemed as if he were the stranger in his own home town. So many new faces that he was unfamiliar with, but he could tell the visiting faces by their attire and even by their mannerisms. As his eyes searched the streets and his mind wandered, he would be brought back to reality by a young boy slamming into his leg. "Ouch!" The boy yelled out. "Sorry about that little guy, I didn't see you there." Said Landon. The young boy looked up to him with a frown, "we'll watch where you're going next time!" He demanded of Landon before getting ready to run off once more. Just before getting out of Landon's reach, Landon reached out an grabbed him by the collar "Oh no you don't!" Landon said to the boy. He held his hand out waiting for the boy to return his pouch of Gil. "You're better off trying that on one of the tourist over there." The boy lifted the pouch up and dropped it in Landon's palm. As he dropped the boy to his feet the boy looked up to him, "How'd ya know?" He asked. "Well let's just say I've been there." Landon replied while reaching into the pouch and tossing the boy some Gil, "just ask next time." Landon said while giving him a wink. The boy smiled while running off with the coin in hand. "Time for a drink." Landon said to himself while walking in the direction of The Quicksand. As he approached the doors of the tavern, he placed his hands in the solid wooden frame and pushed it open. The smell of ale an the sight of drunken patrons filled the room. A smile coming to his lips as he walked through the doors, "some things never change do they?" He said to himself as he pushed through the drunken crowd and made his way to a rare empty seat. Leaning back in his chair he folded his arms over his chest and watched the antics of the drunken patrons, still smiling and saying out loud, "feels good to be home."

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Also known as the Vagabond Paladin, Landon is the product of a cruel world. Never knowing his birth parents and adopted by a poverty struck Hyurian couple, he never lived a privileged life. Born in the black shroud, in a small camp settlement not far from Gridania. His birth name never known to him nor his adopted parents. The infant Miqo'te was found by the Arivant family, lying in a dead log not far from a burnt down camp, crying from hunger and dirty from what seemed to be days alone in the forest. The couple could not bare to see the infant boy alone and dying from starvation, so they did what any caring soul would do. They took him in and raised him as their own. Now his name would be Landon, a name that was held in high regards to the Arivant family, for it was the name of their ancestor who was a Paladin many many years before. They were a hard working family, but never rich. They tried to teach Landon good morals, but they way he saw it was "Morals don't make you rich". The Arivants never hid Landon's past from him, they told him how they found him and took him in. This may be the reason he was also so defiant, he loved them, but never wanted the same life they had for themselves. As Landon grew older, he became somewhat of a trouble maker, always sticking his nose in other's business and getting into hot water with his adopted parents. By the time he was a teenager, Landon had started to run with the wrong crowd. Thieves and street thugs, stealing and shaking people down for Gil. Sometimes even go as far as threatening lives and hurting some. Knowing his adopted parents would not accept this, he left at age 15 never to return, afraid of what they would think of him. It wasn't until he met another Miqo'te named Qin Stillwater, that he would find his true calling. Qin who would become Landon's longest and dearest friend who would also be the one to keep him in line, although they would both get into some trouble at times, mainly because they both had a healthy appetite for women. It was Qin who always had his head and heart in the right place, in a way he had helped Landon become a man. Description- Although, Landon plays the tough guy, Carefree spirited role most of the time. He actually uses this as more of a defense mechanism. Never really knowing his true past, he tends to hide his emotions through drinking and joking with others to take the attention away from his own fears and insecurities. Landon suffers from claustrophobia, this coming from him being stuck in a dark, dead log alone for days. This doesn't mean that he is always hiding something, when in fact he is usually always in high spirits. If he is not then one would know something is truly bothering him. His love for always wanting to have a good time, makes him very enjoyable to be around. Habits include; scratching his head often and rolling his eyes. Also, he loves to drink and experiment with mind altering substances sometimes. Calling women "Doll". ((I didn't see a place to post character back stories so I posted here. I hope that's okay! I will be posting the template soon!))