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Name: Balthier
Age: 22
Series: Final Fantasy XII
Occupation: Hunt Board management
Canon: The king is dead; long live the king. As the twelfth installment of Final Fantasy opens, the king of Dalmasca is murdered and Ivalice is shaken by this unimaginable end to what has been a long and cruel war between the kingdom of Dalmasca and the empire of Archades. Two years have since passed, and war again looms on the horizon, brought on this time by stones which prove royal heritage and nullify all magicks, known as nethicite. So powerful is the stone that peoples from all sides of the world would kill for it, including but not limited to bunny girls and evil twins. And, of course, pirates.
Flamboyant, witty, charming, suave; Balthier is all of these things and more. A sky pirate with a taste for the romantic side of adventure and a love of freedom, Balthier is an important part of the main party, its "leading man" as he often calls himself. He is quick not only on the draw but at claiming treasures, a habit that never fails to find him in interesting company. He is the party's most talkative member and often doles out wisdom, witticisms, snark, and even advice. Like every good protagonist, he has had issues in the past, but for the time being he is quite content to do whatsoever he desires whensoever he chooses, provided that flair is involved in some way.
App:
Well, well! I suppose this was a sudden yet inevitable twist. That ought to teach me to pay more attention to a lead on a mark. Of all the farthest reaches, it would be my luck to touch down in a place with quite this much character; there's just no other word for it. Then again, this wouldn't be the first time a lack of information led to a nasty surprise, going by local populace. I can only hope there will be a change of wardrobe in store.
I don't suppose any of you are the Director I have heard so very much of? No? I hadn't thought so. It was elementary, really. Not a soul here resembles even half a stunning woman. The temptation of a large reward, huge tracts of land . . . A man should learn better than to jump at the first tip given him. Ah well. I suppose the role of 'straight man' is one I can handle. Let's cut our losses; I need information, and rumor has it you need someone to take charge of your hunts. That, of course, will be my job now if there are none who object. It hardly seems appropriate, given how dazzled we are, but none-the-less I must insist. Shall we vote on it, fair for fairness' sake? A reasonable handicap on my part as well - seventy percent or more to victory, what do you say?
Ah, excellent. Now listen carefully and allow me to explain the very basics of a hunt. First, our patron must submit a bill with the name of their desired target. For promise of reward, your job will be to go and fight the good fight on the patron's behalf and collect. Nothing to it, just thrills and baubles as far as the eye can see. Believe you me, that should be more than enough excitement for anyone in the present company. Excepting for travel little else worth mentioning, and even that itself is quite simple - Go past where you are meant to go and you shan't be able to collect even 200 gil.
Which serves as a reminder to both myself and you all, so far as loot goes. Not everything is worth keeping, mind you. But in seeing as so many of you newcomers simply cannot tell the prize from the paltry I am of course more than willing to look everything over and lend an expert hand. Though it certainly couldn't happen for free, but those are negotiations to make on a person by person basis. And let it suffice to say that charging an arm and a leg isn't so literal a term; nor is the five-finger discount, I am afraid. It would serve everyone well in the long run to remember such points, particularly if my name is to be attached to this clan. Who knows, you may yet find a way to circumvent these little expectations.
Come, let's call it a day. We shall all be in good company so long as we keep to our businesses. Fang Irl clan, I wish you well. Rest assured, your needs will be looked after with the utmost care. Call it working in tandem for now, and we'll both do well. On such a subject, I would do well with a new shirt! Or would you prefer me to go without? For the right price, I could be obliging.
voting went here. 48 in / 3 out / 94.1%.
Age: 22
Series: Final Fantasy XII
Occupation: Hunt Board management
Canon: The king is dead; long live the king. As the twelfth installment of Final Fantasy opens, the king of Dalmasca is murdered and Ivalice is shaken by this unimaginable end to what has been a long and cruel war between the kingdom of Dalmasca and the empire of Archades. Two years have since passed, and war again looms on the horizon, brought on this time by stones which prove royal heritage and nullify all magicks, known as nethicite. So powerful is the stone that peoples from all sides of the world would kill for it, including but not limited to bunny girls and evil twins. And, of course, pirates.
Flamboyant, witty, charming, suave; Balthier is all of these things and more. A sky pirate with a taste for the romantic side of adventure and a love of freedom, Balthier is an important part of the main party, its "leading man" as he often calls himself. He is quick not only on the draw but at claiming treasures, a habit that never fails to find him in interesting company. He is the party's most talkative member and often doles out wisdom, witticisms, snark, and even advice. Like every good protagonist, he has had issues in the past, but for the time being he is quite content to do whatsoever he desires whensoever he chooses, provided that flair is involved in some way.
App:
Well, well! I suppose this was a sudden yet inevitable twist. That ought to teach me to pay more attention to a lead on a mark. Of all the farthest reaches, it would be my luck to touch down in a place with quite this much character; there's just no other word for it. Then again, this wouldn't be the first time a lack of information led to a nasty surprise, going by local populace. I can only hope there will be a change of wardrobe in store.
I don't suppose any of you are the Director I have heard so very much of? No? I hadn't thought so. It was elementary, really. Not a soul here resembles even half a stunning woman. The temptation of a large reward, huge tracts of land . . . A man should learn better than to jump at the first tip given him. Ah well. I suppose the role of 'straight man' is one I can handle. Let's cut our losses; I need information, and rumor has it you need someone to take charge of your hunts. That, of course, will be my job now if there are none who object. It hardly seems appropriate, given how dazzled we are, but none-the-less I must insist. Shall we vote on it, fair for fairness' sake? A reasonable handicap on my part as well - seventy percent or more to victory, what do you say?
Ah, excellent. Now listen carefully and allow me to explain the very basics of a hunt. First, our patron must submit a bill with the name of their desired target. For promise of reward, your job will be to go and fight the good fight on the patron's behalf and collect. Nothing to it, just thrills and baubles as far as the eye can see. Believe you me, that should be more than enough excitement for anyone in the present company. Excepting for travel little else worth mentioning, and even that itself is quite simple - Go past where you are meant to go and you shan't be able to collect even 200 gil.
Which serves as a reminder to both myself and you all, so far as loot goes. Not everything is worth keeping, mind you. But in seeing as so many of you newcomers simply cannot tell the prize from the paltry I am of course more than willing to look everything over and lend an expert hand. Though it certainly couldn't happen for free, but those are negotiations to make on a person by person basis. And let it suffice to say that charging an arm and a leg isn't so literal a term; nor is the five-finger discount, I am afraid. It would serve everyone well in the long run to remember such points, particularly if my name is to be attached to this clan. Who knows, you may yet find a way to circumvent these little expectations.
Come, let's call it a day. We shall all be in good company so long as we keep to our businesses. Fang Irl clan, I wish you well. Rest assured, your needs will be looked after with the utmost care. Call it working in tandem for now, and we'll both do well. On such a subject, I would do well with a new shirt! Or would you prefer me to go without? For the right price, I could be obliging.
voting went here. 48 in / 3 out / 94.1%.