ASTRAED VYXLANOVA

"No longer shall man have wings to bear him to paradise. Henceforth, he shall WALK."

Who is to say what determines one's fate? Is it written in the stars long before we are born, a tale we cannot rewrite no matter how hard we try? Or is it a book with blank pages that we fill in as we go? From tragedy to a life worth living, this is the story of a man who wrote his own destiny out of sheer defiance, to hell with the stars.

• BIO
• THE STORY
• SCREENSHOTS
• OOC

BIO

Name: Astraed Vyxlanova (Chosen name, Name Given: unknown)
Age: Mid Thirties
Height: Tall. Well over 7 feet.
Distinguishing Features: Exceptionally long black hair, nearly always tied up with a ribbon; piercing eyes so blue they're almost white; He is known to be quite a cold person, or at least, at first glance. Being born a Xaela has afforded him the imposing look that he has used to his advantage. A man of very few words, his true personality is well hidden behind the rigid exterior, and he likes it that way.
Hobbies: Astraed is an avid painter, his home filled with paintings from his travels across the star from his own memory. He also enjoys gardening, his yard nearly overgrown with flowers and trees that he planted himself when he purchased his plot.
Sexuality: Gay for his husband, no other preference. Just that.
Relationship Status: Happily Married, much to his own surprise.
Preferred Jobs: A Machinist by trade, the man has an incredible ability to use any weapon with a blade the wrong way every time, so he sticks to anything he can aim. With his near bird-like eye sight, there is nothing that can evade his scope for very long.

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BACKSTORY

Astraed's story starts out like any other of a child of the Steppe, thrown headfirst into the training befit a warrior of his tribe, his future all but written out for him in the sea of grass and mountains. But all too soon, he came to realize his strengths were not in combat in the traditional sense. Any time a blade was put in his hands, whether it be axe, sword or knives, he managed to hurt himself or others. But his father was determined to make him into a warrior of HIS liking. It was this folly that, upon the day of his final trail to become a warrior of his tribe, Astraed lost control of his aether, killing his brother by mistake, a mistake he would carry with him into his immediate exile from his tribe, and he found himself alone and lost at only sixteen summers.
He traversed the star in the shadows for the next few summers, doing whatever he had to do to survive the harsh conditions he wasn't prepared for. But to his credit, he used this time to train himself in the way of marksmanship with whatever weapon he could get his hands on, whether it be bow or firearm. His talent soon landed him face to face with the Machinist Guild of Ishgard, and he never looked back, deciding then to go by a new name, and to start his life anew, the way HE wanted to.
Through the next portion of his life, he made a name for himself amongst the grand companies as a 'shot without equal', and amassed a small fortune by the time he hit thirty summers, enough for him to retire from his life in the shadows early, and live comfortably on the beaches of Mist, where he tends to his hand planted garden beds and paints his memories from his travels. He occasionally takes a job here and there at his own leisure when he gets too bored at home. But the self induced life as a pariah from all levels of society have suited him just fine.
These days, you can find him relaxing at home with his husband, living the very story he wrote, the way he wanted it to be written.

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