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This looks pretty fun, I'm certainly down, sign up Ahtyn Ryoushi for the Eorzean alliance! Or in a pinch I can play a garlean role to help out.

... So which one's Syl and which one's Jeris? Depends on the day and the amount of booze!

Jeris and Syl, 100%

Ho man Jeris has a TON! The most noticeable is his missing eye, lost in a desperate gamble to save himself and a friend from certain doom! Dramatic, aye(eye)! He has a few cuts across his cheek and lip from where his son whom he hasn't seen for a number of years beat the living hell out of him at their last parting. Across his left shoulder and neck is extensive scarring from burns sustained from rescuing said son as a child from their burning home. He has a number of other scars across his torso and chest from bullet wounds, stab sounds, cuts and gouges from a rather rough life in the wilds and on sea, plenty with their own stories but the top few are definitely the most notable.

I would love to get in on this! I've got a few jobs to 50 but a fairly geared Paladin, and I'm more than happy to play any sort of dps or tanking role. I'm afraid I haven't had much luck messaging anyone in game, or getting on at the right times to catch more folks, but the name is Jeris Guillford if you folks would have me.

He certainly knew better, but he had been feeling right sorry for himself as of late. Linette being taken away, Rivi being injured, and a part of him that he thought long since buried creeping back up was a bit much to take in. His work with the Misericorde was ruthless and brutal, certainly, but his participation was efficient, but merciful if he could afford it to any Garleans they came across. No, that wasn't what had been the most damaging to his current state of mind... It was how he had treated Rivi. She had been a proper arse herself of course, but he was callous, cold and hateful and he couldn't help but imagine how disappointed his son would have been if he had saw it. A pretty pathetic representation of the 'Hero of the Realm' he always talked himself up to be. Guilt and self-loathing were always fine drinking companions, and tonight in his room at the Mizzenmast Inn, why he'd gone through more than one bottle. Such drinking companions can only sustain oneself for only so long, and after he grew tired of their company, he finally came to a proper drunken conclusion. That he could only move forward! And to move forward, he had to continue training, studying, and bettering himself in every skill he could, not to mention being a better man. His current situation provided some limitations of course. The first being that he was very thoroughly intoxicated, and certainly couldn't read. That is to say that he could, his time with the Arcanists of Limsa Lominsa had afforded him a very thorough education. More specifically, when he tried to read, the letters and shapes simply would not cooperate, and took to fighting and fidgeting amongst themselves, often blurring together to form a completely indecipherable hodgepodge that he was -convinced- a miquo'te named Mr. Bandersnatch had snuck into his Grimoire. Clearly this was utter nonsense as Mr. Bandersnatch was an upstanding historian of the Baldescion scholars, of whom he had never met. The second reason being that he could not find his pants. Rather, he could not find what he thought was his pants. When studying was out of the question, he resolved to exit his room and train, in his excitement, he grabbed his pants, mistaking them for a shirt, and tore them in half in an effort to get them over his shoulders and arms. Eventually he found the legitimate articles of clothing, (save the pants of course) and stomped around his room in a billowy shirt, a pair of boots, and completely naked from waist down, demanding that whatever Kobald stole his trousers show itself immediately, assuring it that in fact, his pants would not fit the Primal Titan, and insisting that he would have to wear the shoddy loincloth he last saw him in. Naturally, no such Kobald existed. Tonight. It is important to note that on three separate occasions, Jeris has indeed had trousers stolen by the Kobalds of La Noscea who grew quite jealous at how magnificently he could pull off a pair of pants. I mean honestly, have you seen him? He's got the thighs for it. Nevertheless, with no resolution in sight he set upon what he saw as the only art he could reasonable refine in the confines of his room: Alchemy. It didn't hurt that he ran out of ale about this time and figured it was as good a time as any to perfect his signature recipe for his own brew. Now, normally, alchemy is an art of precision and careful calculation. The fact that he was both entirely too enthusiastic, -and- was unable to read any of the labels on his ingredients should have been a clear indicator that this was a bad idea, but Jeris Guillford is not a man who heeds warnings. Or common sense. Or reason in many cases. Perhaps it was the hand of the divine that guided him. Perhaps it was his mind intuitively creating something incredible and wondrous which there could have been quite a market for! Or, perhaps it was the fact that instead of adding an onze of Clove oil, he added the entire damned bottle of Growth formula Beta that caused his Alembic to expand, warp, and fissure, spraying him down with Eorzea's first ever MIRACLE HAIR GROWTH ELIXIR OF WONDER™. The concoction was rather impressive. His exposure had caused such a rapid reaction, that when he began to gather his wits (somewhat) and pull himself up to a mirror, curious as to what injury he had sustained, that he mistook himself for a giant Spriggan, let out a girlish shriek, and while trying to cover his longsword so to speak, he slipped in a puddle of the alchemical mixture, and promptly fell out the window and into the cool ocean waves below. The next morning, once the residents of Costa Del Sol had calmed down from the initial response of "Black Seaweed Monster" rising out of the deep, a sober Jeris Guillford managed to call in a favor or two and quickly dealt with his....situation. Much to his surprise (after hours of grooming) not only had his hair grown to quite ludicrous amounts, but the gray had been pushed out to the very edges, leaving him with naught a speck, but the jet black color he sported before it had crept in early in his life. With the praise and approval of his new look the courtesans who undertook the lofty task of such a grooming had given, he strode back into Limsa Lominsa with an overflowing well of confidence and a renewed sense of self-worth. And a speedo on loan. ((and that's how I justify my Fantasia potion icly, boom!))

I'm going to be perfectly honest, I definitely did not expect to laugh as hard as I did, bravo indeed!

I'm the prettiest scum!

Jeris gave a nod and grin to the two Miquo'te. "Pleasure to meet you both. Navigator guide your path." Hooo maybe that was a hint as to his history, but if it was it would have to be delved into at another time. "I'll see to it our blushing beauty here finds her way home safely." He reached over to grab his mug and raise it in a toast to the two gentleman along with a wink. "And put your mind at ease, I'm not -that- bad of a scoundrel.....well, not anymore." cackling into his mug, he quickly finished off the drink and sat the mug back on the table top. Bowing his head with an overstated effort, he shot her a wink. "I'll see you home if you'll allow me dear Linette. We'll all enjoy a repeat of tonight's company soon I'm sure or have the honor of standing side by side out in the field."

Empathy? Oh yeah Jeris was all over that. "HA!" He slapped his hand against the table with a start, and let out a bellowing laugh. "Aye, that's the way!" Even laughing though, he wouldn't even pause as he rose out of the seat, a slight grimace of discomfort as he shifted out of his seat and moved to her side, kneeling down and reaching a hand out, every inch a display of gentlemanly conduct, despite being a large contributing factor to the debacle at hand. "Getting into the adventuring lifestyle will require friendly relationship with the floor, at least when a good drink is involved. Here, let me help you up and I'll make you a deal. Help me with my injuries next time, and I'll provide you with some drinks to get some more tavern experience eh?"

The answers were straightforward enough and entirely reasonable. The motives behind them however, well that was something that would have made a great tale. A pair off on their own escaping something and into the world on their own terms? Or perhaps proving themselves for another matter entirely. Then of course there was the matter of Linette inquiring him about his bandages and not a healer, which was an entirely reasonable question. "Why, to catch the eye of pretty girls of course." He replied with a grin as he cackled into his mug. Naturally, he couldn't help but reply with an awful answer.

Jeris sat there, his mouth slightly agape as Linette spun her captivating tale of danger, heroism, and....opo-opo's. After she finished speaking and shot Muin a look Jeris simply shook his head, pausing to take another drink of his mug. "Looks and Humility....boys you ran into quite the gem!" He held his hand up to silence any sort of remark and nodded. "No no, it's alright, I understand. Pride can be a vice for certain, but no doubt this threat was something far more epic in scale. A primordial perhaps!? A giant Opo-opo that would cause even the relentless war machine of the Empire to pause in it's advance. And there stood the three of you, a final bastion of hope for Gridania against this malevolent threat. With naught but your mastery of the Aether, Muin's unparalleled resourcefulness, even turning a mundane vegetable into an instrument of destruction~!" You bet he picked up on that subtle guilty waver beneath Linette's hellish gaze. "And Soji's legendary mastery of the spear having taken all this time to finally recover from such an ordeal...!" He had to work in Soji's weapon maintenance from earlier after all. "Truly, I am honored." Naturally a sheepish grin snuck out as he teased her, hopefully it would give all three of them a good laugh regardless. When Soji inquired further on her arrival to Hyrstmill, Jeris simply snapped a finger, pointing to Soji as he tilted his mug back for another drink, to indicate his support of the proposed question. He was rather enjoying this banter.

Jeris let out a hearty laugh, raising his mug to the three of them. "I'll have to watch myself a bit closer, nothing gets by you lot." Taking a drink of the fresh tankard, he couldn't help but grin at Linette's reaction. "An acquired taste dear, but one that has just as much personality as it's place of origin." Nodding to her. "You'll have to try some of the special brews in Ul'dah and Limsa Lominsa. Do yourself a favor once you pick a favorite, settle down wherever that may be, otherwise you'll have a life of longing, like being apart from your true love..." He starred out thoughtfully, and somewhat comically as his statement hung there a moment, before shrugging, and taking another drink. "-Or- perhaps I drink too much." He snickered into another sip from the tankard. "Linette here no doubt has a bit more claim to Ul'dah than I do. Jewel of the desert she may be, alas she was just the first place of note I happened upon. I, dear friends, like a stray myself..." He eyeballed the Miquo'te for another cat joke. "Am Jeris of....nowhere and everywhere? Whichever fits the story better I suppose." He nodded to Soji with a grin. "You've a point though....surely a man in bandages has better cause to leave whatever home he had than to be bludgeoned by strangers. I'm afraid I agree with Muin though, as my attention is often distracted by a pretty face..." He turned to Linette with a grin. "You've been nominated as storyteller dear, lets hear your best!" Setting his mug down he threw his hands into the air and exclaimed. "Overwhelm us with grandstanding! Never assume any detail is minor! Spin us an epic that would leave the twelve in awe!.........Ow." He lowered his arms with a grunt, rolling his shoulders a few times before sipping gingerly at his mug.

He couldn't help but laugh at the pun as well, or perhaps more directly, Linette's amusement itself. As one of the Canopy's attendants, a young Hyur woman with a fair complexion, short cut amber hair and a charming smile, swung by with a fluid grace that could only come from serving countless patrons, he handed off his empty mug with the expertise of someone served countless drinks. With a quick wink and a wry grin in thanks as she switched out the drinks, he took a moment to take gulp from the fresh mug before rejoining the conversation. "Drakes eh? My my, sounds exciting! The way I hear it, the Hedge can be an adventure in and of itself. I'll have to do a bit of exploring while I'm here. I happened by Airship myself and damn near slept the entire trip, something comforting about a ship, even if it's an airborne one." Taking another drink of his mug he nodded over to Linette. "I'd wager you're selling yourself a bit short, sweetheart." He gestures to Muin with a grin. "Nothing in life is boring, it's all a matter of how you tell it. I get the feeling Muin here could tell you that, if indeed it was your wit that held the crowd before and not the mysteriousness Soji here seems to project." With a quick laugh he added. "The twelve have blessed you three, I'm afraid I have to resort to extreme measures to be quite as interesting." Tilting his mug up once more as he flashed a grin. "Although if a suit of bandages yields such fine results, I'd say it's a small price to pay."

Jeris laughed and finished off his drink with a slight wince, reaching up to put a hand at his left shoulder, and taking a moment to rotate his arm around with a slight pop before returning to the conversation at hand. "Well then, the four of us find ourselves on similar paths it seems, albeit you all have somewhat of a head start." Grinning, he leaned forward, resting his arms on the table as he nods. "Well then Miss, beauty gets the burden of first word, if not Gridania then where abouts are you from? Now that I know all three of you are travelers as well, I can only assume Gridanian custom involves Wood Wailers and a great deal of bludgeoning." He cackled out a teasing laugh to a passing by wailer who had entered just as he made the comment. With an informal salute and a wink, the wailer barely paused in his step and continued towards Miounne without a second glance. Nodding to Muin and Soji he added, "Don't think you're off the hook either boys, these Drakes sound interesting, and a perfect lead in to another round." He raised a hand up to signal another round of drinks, wincing at the motion while turning his full attention to Linette. Multi-tasker this one is when it came to women and wine.