(07-03-2016, 12:40 PM)foxfirestorm Wrote: I decided to go ahead and work a bit more with what everyone had given me so far. While this is a rough write up of perhaps what will be the actual character, I imagine there is still room for some improvement and I'm still very open to critique.
So if anything jumps out, please let me know!
Meantime, gonna see if I can figure out a server for this guy.
Name: ??? Noykin
Age: Mid to late 20s
Gender: Male
Race/Clan: Au Ra Xaela
Religious: No
Personality: Spirited, Stubborn,Ruthless, Aloof, Compassionate, Humble, Distrusting
Brief History: Conscripted in as a child after the death of most of his family, he was forced to work hard labor from mining, digging wells, and heavy lifting for the Garlean Empire. While attempting to escape many times, he was never fortunate enough to get away with the punishment becoming worse each time, but like the horses of his land, he would not be broken so easily.
Eventually though, they did grow tired of his behavior and many attempts, but instead of killing him themselves, they decided to force him into the battlefield. Forcing him to fight or die, but this would be their mistake, for when the time was right... He ran like the mighty mustang of his home plains; They would never force his hand again.
While crossing the border was freedom from one life, it placed him right into the clutches of another. Directly into a patrolling Immortal Flames, wearing Garlean armor still. While fate be kind, that they did not kill him as he surrendered quickly, fate was still cruel as none believed his story that he wasn't a soldier, instead they firmly believed he was, but they did give him the hard choice...
Die in the arena or win his way to freedom.
For if he was against Garlemald and he wanted his revenge, the answer would be very clear.
So when the first battle came with no real armor or weapon, he made it clear. He would get his revenge and one day free those who were still captive. Free the conscripts that the Garlean Empire so forcefully held. Thus, with each battle in the arena, his heart hardened more and he focused solely on his desire. This brutal form and savage might, gained the attention of several wealthy traders looking for fighters to act as mercenaries.
Those that would not shy from battle,protect their cargo, and did not fear death. They saw these attributes in him, like several other fighters and started to hire him. Though perhaps not true freedom, it was mark that he was getting close to it. For to see the stars of the night sky and the rising sun once more, was good enough and after several years of the arena, he wondered as he walked those trails with other mercenaries, if he could ever truly leave such a life, but only time would tell.
(And dumb me, accidentally "quotes" it instead of "edits" it. This is gonna be one of those days XD)
