Name: Oliver Age: 25 Contact Info: horsechiffon on plurk, uunperson on skype Other Characters: N/A
Character Information
Name: Aymeric de Borel Canon: Final Fantasy XIV Age: 32 Gender: Male Canon Point: End of 3.33 (most recent as of this app round) Background Link:http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Aymeric_de_Borel Inventory: Small bottle of sweet syrup. He is wearing what is pictured in his wiki. He should have his coat, tunic, pants, boots, sash, and ornamental shoulder guards.
Personality: Aymeric is a well liked military leader and politician known for his pragmatism and unusual level-headedness in a society of fanatics and ignorant bourgeois.
He is the Lord Commander of his city-state’s military. Because there has been a holy war raging for a thousand years in Ishgard’s religious oligarchy, his position there lends him enormous power and influence. Through his many accomplishments, he has risen through the ranks in spite of the social stigma against him.
He is the (poorly kept) secret bastard son of the Church’s archbishop, whose role is more akin to a pope-king. Although he is confident in himself, he is constantly surprised how the noble class includes him into their ranks despite his status as a bastard child. In fact, others' kindness always seems to pleasantly surprise him.
He is known as kind, but practical, humble, but competitive. He is a very keen fellow, paying attention to the people, details, and situations surrounding him. He admires strength, courage, and sacrifice for the common good. He is loyal to his country, his soldiers, and his people. When his closest, long time friend posed imminent threat to the city, he was willing to make the sacrifice of killing him.
Although he holds the highest office and has access to the finest foods and luxury, he turns it all down because he knows that his men cannot have these things. He allows himself one simple thing: a drop of birch syrup for his morning tea. In turn, his soldiers respect him immensely and their morale is often salvaged by his choices.
He will at first come off as very stern and guarded, but polite. It is possible to earn his favor and friendship, which he expresses warmly and freely. He is very honest about his emotions, but does not let them hold precedence over logic and the bigger picture. He does not hold grudges easily because he has an open mind, a willingness to understand complex situations, and the ability to restructure his understanding of everything.
He is religious, as is typical for his people, but he also approaches his faith pragmatically. He has read the scriptures closely, finding discrepencies in how his countrymen act in their fervor and what is actually outlines. Though he will solemnly make sacrifices and take risks, he does so under calculation. He will not endanger the lives of his people recklessly where others typically would. He views each life as precious and equal to his own, willingly going into combat when needed.
Flavor Abilities: Equivalent to best human hearing and eyesight due to his species. He spent a number of years in what is essentially the marines. Due to his height (6'5), musculature (combat with sword and bow), and over a decade of training specifically to kill literal dragons, he is a fairly tough individual.
For more than five years his country has been in an ice age, so he is probably as used to the cold as any tundra-dwelling person.
Suitability: Aymeric is highly suitable to this environment. He has plenty of experience in frozen wastes, working in a team against impossibly powerful monsters, and creating order from destructive disorder. He is an intelligent people-person, and will seek out others to create a defensive network.
[The video feed cuts in to Aymeric dipping a handmade twig pen. He gestures loosely with it as he speaks.]
Good evening, friends and commiserates. As I understand it, we are not quite a unified force. Ere long, we will all be torn to shreds if we cannot become organized. Pray hear me out, tomorrow morning I will come by with my ledger to speak with each of you. Uninterested parties: please respond regardless. If there are any census takers, I would appreciate a letter.
[He hopes that it is clear that there's no avoiding him. He seems tenacious.]
Aymeric de Borel | Final Fantasy XIV
Name: Oliver
Age: 25
Contact Info: horsechiffon on plurk, uunperson on skype
Other Characters: N/A
Character Information
Name: Aymeric de Borel
Canon: Final Fantasy XIV
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Canon Point: End of 3.33 (most recent as of this app round)
Background Link: http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Aymeric_de_Borel
Inventory: Small bottle of sweet syrup. He is wearing what is pictured in his wiki. He should have his coat, tunic, pants, boots, sash, and ornamental shoulder guards.
Personality: Aymeric is a well liked military leader and politician known for his pragmatism and unusual level-headedness in a society of fanatics and ignorant bourgeois.
He is the Lord Commander of his city-state’s military. Because there has been a holy war raging for a thousand years in Ishgard’s religious oligarchy, his position there lends him enormous power and influence. Through his many accomplishments, he has risen through the ranks in spite of the social stigma against him.
He is the (poorly kept) secret bastard son of the Church’s archbishop, whose role is more akin to a pope-king. Although he is confident in himself, he is constantly surprised how the noble class includes him into their ranks despite his status as a bastard child. In fact, others' kindness always seems to pleasantly surprise him.
He is known as kind, but practical, humble, but competitive. He is a very keen fellow, paying attention to the people, details, and situations surrounding him. He admires strength, courage, and sacrifice for the common good. He is loyal to his country, his soldiers, and his people. When his closest, long time friend posed imminent threat to the city, he was willing to make the sacrifice of killing him.
Although he holds the highest office and has access to the finest foods and luxury, he turns it all down because he knows that his men cannot have these things. He allows himself one simple thing: a drop of birch syrup for his morning tea. In turn, his soldiers respect him immensely and their morale is often salvaged by his choices.
He will at first come off as very stern and guarded, but polite. It is possible to earn his favor and friendship, which he expresses warmly and freely. He is very honest about his emotions, but does not let them hold precedence over logic and the bigger picture. He does not hold grudges easily because he has an open mind, a willingness to understand complex situations, and the ability to restructure his understanding of everything.
He is religious, as is typical for his people, but he also approaches his faith pragmatically. He has read the scriptures closely, finding discrepencies in how his countrymen act in their fervor and what is actually outlines. Though he will solemnly make sacrifices and take risks, he does so under calculation. He will not endanger the lives of his people recklessly where others typically would. He views each life as precious and equal to his own, willingly going into combat when needed.
Flavor Abilities: Equivalent to best human hearing and eyesight due to his species. He spent a number of years in what is essentially the marines. Due to his height (6'5), musculature (combat with sword and bow), and over a decade of training specifically to kill literal dragons, he is a fairly tough individual.
For more than five years his country has been in an ice age, so he is probably as used to the cold as any tundra-dwelling person.
Suitability: Aymeric is highly suitable to this environment. He has plenty of experience in frozen wastes, working in a team against impossibly powerful monsters, and creating order from destructive disorder. He is an intelligent people-person, and will seek out others to create a defensive network.
RP Samples: This is only 11 comments, but here.
test drive meme 1
test drive meme 2
PSL with Estinien apper
Network Post:
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[The video feed cuts in to Aymeric dipping a handmade twig pen. He gestures loosely with it as he speaks.]
Good evening, friends and commiserates. As I understand it, we are not quite a unified force. Ere long, we will all be torn to shreds if we cannot become organized. Pray hear me out, tomorrow morning I will come by with my ledger to speak with each of you. Uninterested parties: please respond regardless. If there are any census takers, I would appreciate a letter.
[He hopes that it is clear that there's no avoiding him. He seems tenacious.]
Stay safe and alert 'til then.