ROOK | SEVEN | CROSS | THOR | GREY

ROOK

NAME: Rook - "Red"
Alaric de Montclair
AGE: 39
STATUS: Single | OmnisexualPROFESSION: Mercenary | Former Knight
WEAPONS: Gunblade
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic NeutralBRIEF INSIGHTA former Ishgardian turned wandering mercenary, Rook had spent nearly two decades making a living wherever work and coin can be found. Quiet, capable, and difficult to rattle, he prefers contracts over causes and lets his actions speak louder than the name he left behind. Whatever once anchored him has long since been buried, leaving only the road ahead and another contract waiting to be fulfilled.HOOKSHire him for mercenary work. Short contracts, long contracts, legal contracts, illegal contracts. If it pays in coin he'll take the job. If it doesn't break his moral code, he'll complete the job without double crossing you.Open to former connections to Devlin or Valori, including their exes. Former Ishgard Knight contacts etc.Open to being a target for hit jobs.DESCRIPTIONHeight: 6'10"
Build: Broad-shouldered and fit from years of mercenary work, sailing, and manual labor. Strong rather than bulky.
Hair: Red dyed hair, slightly shaggy and dishevelled.
Eyes: Formerly steel grey they are now the glowing color of faded gil.
Complexion: Fair with the weathered complexion of a man who spends more time outdoors than in.
Facial Hair: Light scruff with a more pronounced soul patch.
Distinguishing Features: A faded vertical scar through his left brow and eye, calm demeanor, and the quiet confidence of someone who's seen more than he speaks about.
Style: Anemos Jacket, Hat, Outsider Chaps and Boots.CONNECTIONSZeus, a black direwolf with blue eyes.Vox, a beige and white border collie with one blue eye and one amber.Rumble, a rare red chocobo bred from Cross Ranch. Rook won him off Cross in a game of cards.DECEASEDDevlin, Rook's son of 20 years. Valori, Devlin's mother. A manipulative courtesan and con artist who's lies drove a wedge between father and son from childhood to the very end. Tobin, Rook's goofy greyhound, and constant pain in the ass. It is impossible for him not to think of Tobin when he thinks of Devlin's death. Bess, an ewe Rook had rescued and part of his pack of strays for many years.

SEVEN

NAME: Seven
Subject 1987
AGE: ??
STATUS: Single | DemisexualPROFESSION: Viper | Living Weapon
WEAPONS: Dual Swords | Tail | Horns | Teeth
ALIGNMENT: True NeutralBRIEF INSIGHTDiscovered sealed inside a Garlean stasis casket in the depths of a wrecked airship in the Thanalan desert, Seven remembers almost nothing before awakening. Created as an experimental weapon and little else, violence is the only language he was ever taught. With nowhere left to return, he now resides on the RSC, attempting to discover whether a man built solely to kill can learn to live.HOOKSGarlean experiments, ancient Allagan or imperial research, bounty hunters, assassins, ronin, mercenaries, swordsmen, aetherologists, healers curious about his condition, anyone investigating strange aetheric phenomena, those seeking an impossibly dangerous bodyguard... or to put him back in a cage.Spoiler Alert: You can't.DESCRIPTIONHeight: 7'1"
Build: Powerfully athletic. Leaner than Cross but more densely muscled than Rook, built entirely for speed, endurance, and overwhelming force.Hair: Jet black, long and unusually soft for a man of his nature.
Eyes: Left eye vibrant sandstone gold. Right eye deep crimson with a subtle glow.
Complexion: Sickly pale, almost unnaturally so.
Facial Hair: Scales
Distinguishing Features: Jagged obsidian colored scales fractured with deep cracks like weathered stone. Thick crocodilian tail. Suffers from an unexplained aetheric disruption requiring extraordinary amounts of aether to remain conscious.
Style: Usually wears the specialized black combat suit recovered from his stasis pod, designed to conceal much of his unusual physiology while allowing unrestricted movement.CONNECTIONSTHE RSC AIRSHIP & CREW
They're the only people he trusts, and even then that's debatable.KNOWN FACTS• Can comfortably outdrink both Rook and Cross.
• Trains relentlessly to keep his aggression in check.
• Eats enough to bankrupt most taverns.
• Despite his strange aetheric appetite, he is not Voidsent.
• Mirrors unsettled him long before he understood why.
• His tail is every bit as dangerous as the swords he carries.

CROSS

NAME: Cade "Cross"
Cross Ranch
AGE: 40
STATUS: Single | HomosexualPROFESSION: Rancher | Outlaw Security
WEAPONS: Guns | Lasso | Knives & Fists
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic NeutralBRIEF INSIGHTOrphaned young and raised on Cross Chocobo Ranch, Cross never inherited a family name, only the one everyone called him by. A cowboy, smuggler, and occasional outlaw, he'll take just about any job that keeps the ranch alive and a drink in his hand.* Cross is a closet Homosexual at this time and will deny it until his dying breath.HOOKSFellow ranchers, outlaws, bandits, thanalan occupants, courtesan who keep his secret, those with chocobo in need of taming, those seeking to purchase a rare breed.Cross also smuggles and spent summers "pirating" with a Sea Wolf crew to the benefit of Cross ranch. He's the guy to see if you need someone or something moved elsewhere.DESCRIPTIONHeight: 7'6"
Build: Heavily muscled, and built by decades of ranch work. Powerful with subtle sculpt. Reasonable proportions not quite as exaggerated.Hair: Dark brown, between neck and shoulder length, full and perpetually windblown beneath a well worn cowboy hat.
Eyes: Blue, just... very blue.Complexion: Sun bronzed from a lifetime beneath Thanalan's relentless sky.
Facial Hair: Full beard kept trimmed short and scruffy, though rarely immaculate.
Distinguishing Features: Calloused hands, countless small scars from ranch work, and the lingering scent of leather, dust, whiskey, and cigar smoke.
Style: Well worn cowboy hat, neckerchief, leather vest, rolled sleeves, denim and canvas work clothes, gloves, boots with spurs, gun belt, and practical gear built for long days in the saddle rather than city life.CONNECTIONSRook, his best friend and confidant, a merc he met during a game of cards in which he lost his prize bred red chocobo Rumble.Sami, a siamese kitten that found its way onto the ranch. It took a liking to Cross and hasn't left him alone since.Everyone aboard the RSC Airship.DECEASEDProbably his parents, but since Cade was sold to Cross ranch as a babe he's never known what might have been. Also deceased, quite literally anyone who's ever crossed him. He'll put up with a lot of shit. But betrayl?That dog just don't hunt.

THOR

NAME: Thor
Thorstyr Helbwilfsyn
AGE: 39
STATUS: Single | PansexualPROFESSION: Sky Pirate Captain
WEAPONS: Rapier | Guns | Blades
ALIGNMENT: Just Chaotic ;)BRIEF INSIGHTBorn to a Sea Wolf father and Duskwight mother, Thorstyr was perhaps always destined for a life somewhere between the sea and sky. A pirate, pilot, and exceptionally capable airship engineer, he has spent most of his life aboard one vessel or another.A thick accent, capable, and entirely too comfortable with danger, this Captain is a breed of his own making.HOOKSSky pirates, pirates, smugglers, pilots, engineers, mechanics, salvagers, and mercs.Need something repaired, transported, stolen, recovered, or flown somewhere it probably shouldn't be? Thor's your man. Whether hiring him is actually a good idea is another question entirely.Open to connections, ask*DESCRIPTIONHeight: 7'2"
Build: Exceptionally tall and heavily muscled, even by his mixed heritage. Broad and powerful like his father, with some of the longer proportions of his mother.Hair: White, thick and usually worn just long enough to be swept back by a pair of goggles.
Eyes: Pale silver, giving him an unusual, almost colorless stare.Complexion: Pastey gargoyle grey, inherited from his mixed Sea Wolf and Duskwight heritage.
Facial Hair: Usually clean-shaven. He's not a fan of facial hair.
Distinguishing Features: Towering height, unusually pale eyes, pointed Elezen ears, and a thick Sea Wolf accent that tends to announce his presence shortly after the rest of him does.
Style: Sky pirate leathers, belts, boots, gloves, goggles, and whatever practical gear keeps him alive aboard an airship. An aetheryte earring. The earring, necklace and goggles he keeps serve the purpose of stabilizing his unsteady aether.CONNECTIONSRSC Salvage Co., whose crew first met Thor when their failing airship was rapidly losing altitude and an unknown cruiser suddenly latched onto their deck. Thor boarded without introduction, repaired what even Seven couldn't, and subsequently requested liquor. He now Captains the vessel.KNOWN FACTS• His full name, Thorstyr Helbwilfsyn, roughly translates to Torn Star, Half-Wolf Son.

GREY

NAME: Grey
Greyson Evandrus
AGE: 41
STATUS: Single | DemisexualPROFESSION: Benefactor | Antiquarian
WEAPONS: Scythe | Voidsent
ALIGNMENT: Neutral EvilBRIEF INSIGHTA Garlean survivor known in certain circles as the Prince of Ruin, Grey is a gentleman in all the ways that matter until morality becomes inconvenient.Grey maintains a longstanding pact with a powerful Voidsent. He seeks a relic capable of severing their bond without killing him, though doing so will require both the relic and a lesser Voidsent willing to take its place.HOOKSGrey possesses information concerning untouched ruins, abandoned Imperial facilities, forgotten caches and places throughout former Garlean territory best left undisturbed.He's also searching for something very particular himself.* Relic and Ship wise.DESCRIPTIONHeight: 6'9"
Build: Tall and lean, carrying himself with an almost aristocratic composure rather than imposing through physical bulk.Hair: Black, long and meticulously kept.
Eyes: Grey; cold, muted and rarely revealing much of what he's thinking.Complexion: Fair, made paler still by a life spent largely removed from the sun.
Facial Hair: Clean-shaven.
Distinguishing Features: A Garlean third eye and extensive burns and scarring across the right side of his face, remnants of Garlemald's fall. The word "Sforzando" is tattooed along his inner bicep in flawless cursive: a musical direction meaning sudden, forceful emphasis.
Style: Dark, immaculate and decidedly old fashioned. Tailored coats, gloves, high collars, polished boots and Garlean finery salvaged from another life. Gothic without being theatrical about it.CONNECTIONSRSC Salvage Co.
KNOWN FACTS• He is an accomplished violinist.• Beneath Garlemald, Grey maintains a bunker filled with antiques, artwork, valuables and remnants of a civilization largely reduced to ruin above him.• His title, Prince of Ruin, is not hereditary.• Grey is unfailingly polite. Do not mistake that for kindness.• Everything about him seems cold: his home, his manner, his hands, his humor. The violin may be the only exception.