Let's give this one a go. First time trying this character in role-play setting, but it should be good. These comments are very detailed, but I'll be more lax about detail when in-game.
You invite a friend over to your house for the afternoon. Describe what your friend would see upon entering your home.
Considering that the average Ul'dah tenement isn't much of an accommodation, there isn't very much to look at here. Upon entering, you'll notice two big tables in the center of the room: one with a couple of chairs and a lot of newspapers, and one with various trinkets and books that I play around with at night. There are two bookshelves on the right wall, with one containing manuals to various devices and vehicles (my father gave those to me, they're good entertainment) and the other holding my own books (poems and philosophy) and pamphlets. On the left wall resides my wardrobe and a bonsai on a nightstand, right next to a small and cosy bed. I've made a makeshift chandelier out of assorted junk and attached it to the ceiling, and there is a nice fragrance in the air that I really cannot explain (and I don't apply cologne either!). If you're coming in for a visit, you can see me either tinkering around with my equipment, laughing heartily at a really bad article in the ever-manipulated Ul'dah City Tribune, or playing a flute. It usually depends on my mood what I'm doing, but I'm always ready to welcome a friend into the room.
During the casual small-talk that ensues, your friend asks you if you have read any good books lately. How do you respond?
"Ah yes, books! --Here's a good one: On the Future of Aeronautical Freight. A lovely man named Franc Vuel wrote a bunch of nice articles on how airships are a veritable future for commerce, et cetera... and it's just a nice book to read. As for a book I actually care about, I have yet to find one. *tosses Franc Vuel book onto the table*."
Your friend eventually leaves, and you're still bored. Restless, you leave the house and set out for a walk. Describe the neighborhood you live in.
Somewhat miserable and filled with only slivers of excitement. The sewage in the back alleys create this pungent odor that seeps into everyone's noses, and it drives me batty pretty much every time I come back home. Most of the tenements have yet to be purchased, and so I'm one of the few residents in my ward (a new one, to be fair, but there are many who came to live in Ul'dah, and I'm surprised that they haven't settled here.). The postal boy is a lazy fellow as well, preferring to fling the Tribune right through my window, costing me a relative fortune in gil -- he'll get it someday with that attitude. My neighbor is a snobby young man around my age (whose name evades me), and he routinely makes it clear to me everyday (--usually by chatting with me around mid-day in the middle of the neighborhood) that he is going to achieve a high rank in this grand city. I can only reply with a good laugh, as few could ever hope to rival members of the Syndicate in this place -- he's such a romantic sometimes.
Oh no! An orphan is in trouble! Down the street from where you stand, a small street urchin is being bullied by three larger youths. What do you do about it?
It depends on what the poor boy can do. If he's putting up a fight, I'll watch for a while and see where it goes (and if he gets beaten to a pulp, perhaps he'll learn something important). But if he really can't put up a fight, I'll intervene and send the bullies off scurrying (It's easy to do this when you're loaded with gauntlets on your hands, and the bullies are easy to scare anyhow). The following conversation goes like this: "Well kid, when you're being bullied, you need to put up a fight or just get out of there. Look, nice guys like me are never going to have the time to keep saving you from trouble -- you need to do the job yourself. Now here's some spare gil from good 'ol Richter, and use it well I say!" With a pat on the boy's head, I usually head off to the desert to train.
Adventure time! The next day, still restless, you decide that what you need is a good change of pace. How do you pack for your four-day road trip to Ishgard?
Goody goody, a trip to Ishgard! It's going to be a long one for me, so I usually pack my toiletries and resources in both a lightweight rucksack and in a bag held at the waist. I am accustomed to picking up food and water en route, so my travel equipment merely holds my weaponry, tools, and gil. Once I'm off and in the desert sun, I can work with the heat: shirtless, loose and pale breeches, etc.
Along your journey, you spot some bandits waiting at a bridge across a wide but slow moving river up ahead of you. They haven't seen you yet. You need to cross the bridge to get to where you're going. How do you handle the situation?
Evasion is the best option here, and I know several detours that can be taken in this scenario (depends on how far up the road it is to Ishgard). If I see a way back to the road around the bridge and across the river, I'll use it, but I will use a decoy tactic of some kind to distract the bandits when necessary (--and when in lieu of a route, understandably). This usually works but, in the chance that I do get caught sneaking past, I'll be ready to pummel them down and escape. Should the bandits be weak enough, I'll even loot them if they have any goods of worth to me.
You have just arrived for the first time in a new big city. Where do you go first?
I'm a sucker for beautiful landscapes, and I'll definitely scout out the most scenic area in the city to look at. Once I've done a walk around town, I'll go and find a room to rent at an inn or a tavern before doing various other activities (training, talking with locals that seem somewhat interesting, and even trying to find a suiting guild in the area).
For being the 1,000th tourist to the city, you have been given a 6,000 gil voucher to spend as you like at the Ishgard Department Store (think FFXIV version of Macy's). What do you spend it on?
I'll save up most of the gil for when I need it (either to pay the monthly rent back in Ul'dah and/or to save up for a trip back to Vylbrand), but I'll usually be on the look-out for new equipment to serve my needs as an adventurer. Attire isn't an issue for me, as I have enough money to buy new clothes when I need them.
All of that shopping has made you deliriously hungry. What sort of food establishment do you seek out for lunch?
Though nothing can beat the Bismarck, I'll usually make sure that I can concoct a meal of rye bread, cooked meat (I prefer dodo, unlike many), corn (it's very delicious), and a small dessert. If I can't make that meal, I'll go look for a tavern that has a dedicated cook and can serve me with something nice and refreshing. I do love a good drink of certain ales at least once per week, but I'd much prefer milk or spring water most of the time.
Five months later and safely back at home, you realize the Winter Festival is approaching! What sort of present do you pick out for your mother (or nearest living relative, or closest friend)?
I do this every year: sending a ton of gil home to my father, who is usually ill in some form and very busy working on a new airship design. --He does the same for me at that time of year, and with great concern for whatever I seem to be doing out in the reaches of Eorzea and of Ul'dah. I often try to find a collectible figurine to give to my father as well, usually an airship model that he wants to own. And for me, I don't need many gifts -- life already gives them to me.
You invite a friend over to your house for the afternoon. Describe what your friend would see upon entering your home.
Considering that the average Ul'dah tenement isn't much of an accommodation, there isn't very much to look at here. Upon entering, you'll notice two big tables in the center of the room: one with a couple of chairs and a lot of newspapers, and one with various trinkets and books that I play around with at night. There are two bookshelves on the right wall, with one containing manuals to various devices and vehicles (my father gave those to me, they're good entertainment) and the other holding my own books (poems and philosophy) and pamphlets. On the left wall resides my wardrobe and a bonsai on a nightstand, right next to a small and cosy bed. I've made a makeshift chandelier out of assorted junk and attached it to the ceiling, and there is a nice fragrance in the air that I really cannot explain (and I don't apply cologne either!). If you're coming in for a visit, you can see me either tinkering around with my equipment, laughing heartily at a really bad article in the ever-manipulated Ul'dah City Tribune, or playing a flute. It usually depends on my mood what I'm doing, but I'm always ready to welcome a friend into the room.
During the casual small-talk that ensues, your friend asks you if you have read any good books lately. How do you respond?
"Ah yes, books! --Here's a good one: On the Future of Aeronautical Freight. A lovely man named Franc Vuel wrote a bunch of nice articles on how airships are a veritable future for commerce, et cetera... and it's just a nice book to read. As for a book I actually care about, I have yet to find one. *tosses Franc Vuel book onto the table*."
Your friend eventually leaves, and you're still bored. Restless, you leave the house and set out for a walk. Describe the neighborhood you live in.
Somewhat miserable and filled with only slivers of excitement. The sewage in the back alleys create this pungent odor that seeps into everyone's noses, and it drives me batty pretty much every time I come back home. Most of the tenements have yet to be purchased, and so I'm one of the few residents in my ward (a new one, to be fair, but there are many who came to live in Ul'dah, and I'm surprised that they haven't settled here.). The postal boy is a lazy fellow as well, preferring to fling the Tribune right through my window, costing me a relative fortune in gil -- he'll get it someday with that attitude. My neighbor is a snobby young man around my age (whose name evades me), and he routinely makes it clear to me everyday (--usually by chatting with me around mid-day in the middle of the neighborhood) that he is going to achieve a high rank in this grand city. I can only reply with a good laugh, as few could ever hope to rival members of the Syndicate in this place -- he's such a romantic sometimes.
Oh no! An orphan is in trouble! Down the street from where you stand, a small street urchin is being bullied by three larger youths. What do you do about it?
It depends on what the poor boy can do. If he's putting up a fight, I'll watch for a while and see where it goes (and if he gets beaten to a pulp, perhaps he'll learn something important). But if he really can't put up a fight, I'll intervene and send the bullies off scurrying (It's easy to do this when you're loaded with gauntlets on your hands, and the bullies are easy to scare anyhow). The following conversation goes like this: "Well kid, when you're being bullied, you need to put up a fight or just get out of there. Look, nice guys like me are never going to have the time to keep saving you from trouble -- you need to do the job yourself. Now here's some spare gil from good 'ol Richter, and use it well I say!" With a pat on the boy's head, I usually head off to the desert to train.
Adventure time! The next day, still restless, you decide that what you need is a good change of pace. How do you pack for your four-day road trip to Ishgard?
Goody goody, a trip to Ishgard! It's going to be a long one for me, so I usually pack my toiletries and resources in both a lightweight rucksack and in a bag held at the waist. I am accustomed to picking up food and water en route, so my travel equipment merely holds my weaponry, tools, and gil. Once I'm off and in the desert sun, I can work with the heat: shirtless, loose and pale breeches, etc.
Along your journey, you spot some bandits waiting at a bridge across a wide but slow moving river up ahead of you. They haven't seen you yet. You need to cross the bridge to get to where you're going. How do you handle the situation?
Evasion is the best option here, and I know several detours that can be taken in this scenario (depends on how far up the road it is to Ishgard). If I see a way back to the road around the bridge and across the river, I'll use it, but I will use a decoy tactic of some kind to distract the bandits when necessary (--and when in lieu of a route, understandably). This usually works but, in the chance that I do get caught sneaking past, I'll be ready to pummel them down and escape. Should the bandits be weak enough, I'll even loot them if they have any goods of worth to me.
You have just arrived for the first time in a new big city. Where do you go first?
I'm a sucker for beautiful landscapes, and I'll definitely scout out the most scenic area in the city to look at. Once I've done a walk around town, I'll go and find a room to rent at an inn or a tavern before doing various other activities (training, talking with locals that seem somewhat interesting, and even trying to find a suiting guild in the area).
For being the 1,000th tourist to the city, you have been given a 6,000 gil voucher to spend as you like at the Ishgard Department Store (think FFXIV version of Macy's). What do you spend it on?
I'll save up most of the gil for when I need it (either to pay the monthly rent back in Ul'dah and/or to save up for a trip back to Vylbrand), but I'll usually be on the look-out for new equipment to serve my needs as an adventurer. Attire isn't an issue for me, as I have enough money to buy new clothes when I need them.
All of that shopping has made you deliriously hungry. What sort of food establishment do you seek out for lunch?
Though nothing can beat the Bismarck, I'll usually make sure that I can concoct a meal of rye bread, cooked meat (I prefer dodo, unlike many), corn (it's very delicious), and a small dessert. If I can't make that meal, I'll go look for a tavern that has a dedicated cook and can serve me with something nice and refreshing. I do love a good drink of certain ales at least once per week, but I'd much prefer milk or spring water most of the time.
Five months later and safely back at home, you realize the Winter Festival is approaching! What sort of present do you pick out for your mother (or nearest living relative, or closest friend)?
I do this every year: sending a ton of gil home to my father, who is usually ill in some form and very busy working on a new airship design. --He does the same for me at that time of year, and with great concern for whatever I seem to be doing out in the reaches of Eorzea and of Ul'dah. I often try to find a collectible figurine to give to my father as well, usually an airship model that he wants to own. And for me, I don't need many gifts -- life already gives them to me.
