(( With open beta drawing nearer I thought I would put my nose to the grindstone and finally make my main character bio. What I thought I would write just a short story of my guy, actually turned out I wrote a book 
. It has been a while since a wrote a narrative of my own free will so please bare any choppiness or mistakes! All criticism is welcome and it may not be the best but if you guys are able to read it all I seriously congratulate you! I'll break this into parts so it doesn't hurt the eyes
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(My character: Orion Luxceon [wildwood elezen]Â )
Prologue 1: Before the Calamity
 It's felt like ages since the calamity. The world I knew befor died along with Dalamud. I remember my early days in Ishgard... the place of my birth. During those days, my world was complete. I came from a wealthy elezen family. I was the eldest son of Algohmont and Bannette Luxceon. My parents were both proud, strong Wildwoods. My father was a part of the Holy Knights of Ishgard. A talented dragoon; I would often sneak into our armory and try to wield his lance when I was younger. My dad had high expectations of me, expecting me to be as good with a lance as he was. Unfortunately, that was not so. You could say fighting wasn't my forte, at least not with melee weapons. I was often enticed with the idea of learning the arcane arts, but my father would not have it. As his first son, it was my responsibility to carry on the tradition of becoming an exceptional dragoon. But I was stubborn. Ignoring my training I would often read and play around in our chocobo stables. When I was caught skipping my practices, he would often scold me, but I didn't pay attention.
But aside from all that, my father did love me. And I loved him all the same. He taught me how to be brave, to overcome my fears, and to be honorable. Still, with the years slowly going, he started to soon give up on my being a dragoon he had so hoped for. I soon to solace in my mother. Gridania raised, she was tall, elegant, and proud. If it was one thing that stood out, it was her eyes. Her beautiful green eyes could pierce anybody just as her arrows could. She was also one of the most talented bards in the realm. In battle, they would empower her allies, and make her enemies flee in terror. At home however, her voice was what rocked my sister and I to bed. She listened to me, tended to me, she was my everything. It was she who taught me of kindness, charity, and love.
And then there was my little sister Jannette. She was 5 years younger than me, yet somehow she was so mature, so smart. It was strange how such a little girl at the time could be so adult like. But still she was a child at heart. We gave her nicknames like, Jan, Janny, or Jan-Jan. We would often play and tell stories to each other. We often let our imaginations run wild. One of her dreams was to become a great White Mage. She had so much love in her heart, showing such deep sympathy for even the smallest of creatures. She wanted us to move to Gridania when we were older, so she could join the guild there. So we made a promise, when we were old enough, we would travel to Gridania together and live peacefully among the forest till we grew old and died.
. It has been a while since a wrote a narrative of my own free will so please bare any choppiness or mistakes! All criticism is welcome and it may not be the best but if you guys are able to read it all I seriously congratulate you! I'll break this into parts so it doesn't hurt the eyes))(My character: Orion Luxceon [wildwood elezen]Â )
Prologue 1: Before the Calamity
 It's felt like ages since the calamity. The world I knew befor died along with Dalamud. I remember my early days in Ishgard... the place of my birth. During those days, my world was complete. I came from a wealthy elezen family. I was the eldest son of Algohmont and Bannette Luxceon. My parents were both proud, strong Wildwoods. My father was a part of the Holy Knights of Ishgard. A talented dragoon; I would often sneak into our armory and try to wield his lance when I was younger. My dad had high expectations of me, expecting me to be as good with a lance as he was. Unfortunately, that was not so. You could say fighting wasn't my forte, at least not with melee weapons. I was often enticed with the idea of learning the arcane arts, but my father would not have it. As his first son, it was my responsibility to carry on the tradition of becoming an exceptional dragoon. But I was stubborn. Ignoring my training I would often read and play around in our chocobo stables. When I was caught skipping my practices, he would often scold me, but I didn't pay attention.
But aside from all that, my father did love me. And I loved him all the same. He taught me how to be brave, to overcome my fears, and to be honorable. Still, with the years slowly going, he started to soon give up on my being a dragoon he had so hoped for. I soon to solace in my mother. Gridania raised, she was tall, elegant, and proud. If it was one thing that stood out, it was her eyes. Her beautiful green eyes could pierce anybody just as her arrows could. She was also one of the most talented bards in the realm. In battle, they would empower her allies, and make her enemies flee in terror. At home however, her voice was what rocked my sister and I to bed. She listened to me, tended to me, she was my everything. It was she who taught me of kindness, charity, and love.
And then there was my little sister Jannette. She was 5 years younger than me, yet somehow she was so mature, so smart. It was strange how such a little girl at the time could be so adult like. But still she was a child at heart. We gave her nicknames like, Jan, Janny, or Jan-Jan. We would often play and tell stories to each other. We often let our imaginations run wild. One of her dreams was to become a great White Mage. She had so much love in her heart, showing such deep sympathy for even the smallest of creatures. She wanted us to move to Gridania when we were older, so she could join the guild there. So we made a promise, when we were old enough, we would travel to Gridania together and live peacefully among the forest till we grew old and died.
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