Khelador Ironmane

Alignment : Neutral Good
Skills: Mostly skilled in a variety of martial weaponry

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First and foremost if you've made it this far through the carrd, thanks a lot for reading! I am often tabbed out so PLEASE /tell me to get my attention.Secondly, this is a game and I enjoy playing like 90% of its content so if you want a friend to play with, feel free to hit me up! I have played this game since 1.0 on and off so if you are new to the game or have any questions, don't be shy and ask away! I do not craft though...might need to find someone else to help you with that.I do not interact with:
>Heavy lore-bending characters, Creature races, Races that do not exist yet in the game (Will interact with Garlean Refugees though) , Echo anything adventurers, WOLs, Ascians, Solution 9 citizens, Voidsent(Players, not creatures) or Sin Eaters and ERPers! If you have a /c/ or it is in your search info, do not even bother... (I will allow character romance but it requires build up, story, exposition and proper chemistry and not just out of the blue. I tend to lean towards Fade To Black)This is a fantasy world and I will treat it as such, preferably in-lore but some exceptions can be made.Keep the OOC drama to yourself. The moment there is even a minute of drama, I will refuse to continue any further interactions. Too old for this shit.If you have a unique glam you're quite proud of, feel free to show it off! I enjoy well thought out glams that aren't full sets or just uninspired 2B pants.(Its a link!)I do not mod my game or use Lightless, the most I use is ReShade to help brighten up the game and give it more vibrancy and clarity. So if you want to send me a picture of your modded character to show me what I am looking at exactly, feel free. If modding is a key part of understanding your character and what they are like or what they may be doing, we might not be the best fit for RP.I am EST Timezone but my hours are sporadic
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Looking for an RP FC on crystal that focuses on adventure and exploration. Please send me a tell with info about your FC!

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Born an orphan in the Lowtown of Rabanastre, Khelador has done well to fend for himself but that doesn't stop him from giving the clothes off his back or the food in his hand to those in need, he wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the older couple who found him behind some crates in the sewers of Lowtown.
Age:15
He grew up quick and grew up strong being a workhorse for many of those in the neighbourhood of Lowtown. Although many had distrust toward him as he was the only of his kind in town. The old couple heard rumors that his parents were on the run and a child would only slow them down so ditching him is all they could do.
Age:18
Few years passed by as the old couple grew weak and tired they knew it wasn't long for them as they did their best to prepare Khel for the unforgiving world ahead of him. Teaching him simple cooking, handywork and other skills to help him live his life of his own accord.
Age:22
Sadly the couple passed and drove poor Khel into a state of sadness no one expected. The gentle giant while kind to all, got mixed up in the wrong crowd as a bit of a side-show in illegal fight pits. "Come one, come all, watch the Lion-man tear his enemies apart!" would be shouted every night in the deepest corners of Lowtown away from the normal folk. Who wouldn't love to put up their dukes again such an exotic and rare creature in these parts? Beaten, bruised, cut, broken, the Hrothgar became a feared fighter that gathered interest from neighbouring cities as their biggest and strongest came to wage their bets against him.
Age:25
This happened for years, so long the town guard even decided to make a little extra coin on the side at his expense. Hobbling home in pain of fights one night, he was watched by a young frail Ravan Viera. As the door to his hut closed, he flopped down on his bed and sighed out before a light knock at the door earned his attention. Opening the door as the Viera was found on her knees barely able to hold herself up as she collapsed onto his feet. Quickly he crouched down and supported the poor thing as he looked out his door to find no one in sight so he dragged her inside and laid her out across his bedding as he prepared a cold cloth for her head.Come the morning, the Viera awoke in a fright as she didn't recognize where she was, her eyes fixating quickly on the only thing she did recognize as it was Khel, bandaging his arms, hands and body in a cheap broken mirror. Standing up he looked across the room to find her eyes locked with his "Y-you're awake?!" He quickly prepared a drink of water and simple barely stale bread. Over drinks and food, the Viera explained her sudden appearance Khel's life, she had watched him for many weeks and months in the fight pits as he would return with more scars across his body, shoddy stitchwork made it hard for his cuts to heal more cleanly. With her skills and knowledge in healing, she figured she could offer her services in exchange for room and board but Khel himself barely had a coin to his name.Allowing her to stay as long as she helped clean and tidy his dwelling as well as fix him up when he comes back beaten and broken, she could call the place her own. As she knew his name, he never poked or pried at her personal life as he didn't really care at first. Over the many coming months, he found himself able to last longer in fights allowing the bets to sky rocket in winnings. Her skills allowed him to win and save up more and more money allowing them some simple luxuries of cured meats, cheap wine and something better than the bread, water and hand picked fruits they lived off of for a long time. "Ibrella" she said out of the blue one meal as he smiled, nodded and continued eating quietly
Age:28
The fight house was filled to the brim one night as some toffs from the upper town decided to grace us low-folk with their presence and money. The winnings were BIG this night, so big that the ring master decided to take an even bigger cut this time for his greedy little hands. Feeling cheated, Khel met with him in his offices after the fight demanding more money when the Ring Master and his thugs thought different. With weapons in hand they really beat Khel within an inch of his life as he was dumped in the gutters of the Lowtown streets as a message.Recovering for a few weeks with the Ibrella working day and night looking after him, the fight pits began to lose more and more patrons as their prize fighter was in no shape to fight currently. Around mid-day half way through the week a sudden knock at the door had awoken him in rest. Ibrella was out getting things for meals so with a walking crutch in hand he opened the door as a well dressed man stood in front of him. "Are you..." looking at a piece of paper "The...Ironmane...?" Khel nodded without saying a word "Of course you are, no one else quite looks like you anyway..." as the man walked into the shack and looked about the room "This is it? Prized fighter lives in this hole?" he huffed as he walked back out of the shack "Word has it you are quite the 'beast' when it comes to combat" He exclaimed looking up and down the empty corridor of the slum Khel lived in. The man was forming a resistance group to fight the Garleans back out of their homeland and knew the infamous "Beast" would be a force to be reckoned with.Age:30
That happenstance of a meeting a couple years ago changed his future. Months of training gave him the chance to put his skills to use.One unfortunate night the infirmary was broken into and ransacked by the Garlean Guards for their supplies and goods. Ibrella did her best to stop them but in the heat of the moment the kind Viera was stabbed for interfering in their heist. Bleeding out on the floor with no supplies around to treat her. Khelador was notified the moment upon his return. He rushed to the infirmary to find her pale, cold and lifeless body in a pool of her own blood, all of which threw him into a fit of primal rage. Angry with the unfair world the resistance called all of their people to arms in one last ditch effort to fight back.Blood spewed about the streets, he had killed every single one he could but before he could calm down and escape, more soldiers were called and Khel had fallen back with who ever was left of the resistance to the Slums. The Garleans knew well enough to lead the rebelion as they cut the leader down with no hesitation which immediately doused the flame that was, the resistance. Done with living the way he'd been his whole life, he packed his things. With a simple sword on his hip, armor on his back and money in his sack, he snuck out for Eorzea by boat as nothing was left for him here.
Age:31
The trip was long and rough at the might of those deadly seas but Khelador had arrived in Limsa Lominsa, in more or less one piece, to start a new. Using his skills of combat he was able to find quick work and lodgings for himself. This new world allowed him to forget his sins and repay the world and its people back for the luck he was bestowed. Where might adventure take him next in the years to come?

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