Aliases: Bison, Broken Hands
Race: Roegadyn, Hellsguard
Place of Birth: Abalathia's Spine
Current living location: Mists Ward 12, Plot 26
Nameday/Guardian: 15th Sun Of The Umbral Moon. Nald’thal, the Traders.
Profession: Smith, Miner, Bodyguard
Class: Dark Knight / Armorsmith / Miner
Grand Company: The Expatriates <Ex-RP>
Hair: Dark red with a few patches of brighter red hair
Eyes: Left: Milked over (Blind). Right: Dull Red
Complexion: Rosey Pink skin with multiple scars throughout his body.
Height/Weight: 7′7″ / 445 lbs.
Personality: Slow, Honest, Fun, Kind, Compassionate, and Fiercely Loyal.
Motivation: Through his lonesome he’s always wanted a family, so he does anything and everything for those he considers his family.
Background: At a very early age Bison’s parents died during the calamity leaving him alone to fend for himself. Luckily the village he resided in was very caring. The elders would often take Bison into their homes to feed and clothe him. By the age of nine or ten Bison became self-reliant and stayed in his parent’s old home. The kids of the village weren’t as compassionate as the rest of the villagers. They didn’t pick on Bison that much; instead they just excluded him from almost everything entirely.
As a couple years passed Bison spent less and less time in the village, except for when he needed some supplies. Instead he would take a pick-axe the smith had given him and go out and mine some ore. One day Bison was rather exhausted after hauling and trading in his ore for supplies. He didn’t see the commotion unfolding in front of him. He stumbled over a smaller child laying on the street. Through the confusion the child's older sibling struck Bison in the nose. Weather it was because of the force of the blow, or exhaustion Bison fell the floor unconscious.
As he comes to, seeing everyone around him he quickly apologized and scurried out of there while grabbing his things. He knows she meant nothing by it because the other kids were just picking on her like they always do. Yet it also felt like a wake-up call for him. The next day Bison traded in his stockpile of ore and minerals for as much Gil and supplies that he could carry. He left the village with high hopes to see what else is out there, and to find a family and home. As the months went by he would come across valuable veins of ore, and would mine it so he could trade it for more supplies whenever he would come across a town.
A Few months down the road Bison was wandering around through Dravania. He come across an older highlander woman and her son who was being attacked by a rather large bear. After rescuing her she offers him some fresh food and a place to stay that night. Her name was Ingri Warblade and was a traveling smith that would go from town to town selling her wares and repair what she could. After discovering that Bison was only 13 years old wandering the wilderness she offered him a ‘job’ of being her bodyguard in exchange for food and to learn the tricks of her trade.For years Bison stayed with her learning all he could about smithing. Between going out and gathering ore during the morning and hammering metal all through the afternoon his physique was well kept. When they were in a city selling wares Bison would hang around the stall sporting his rather large sword he has grown accustomed to. He never had to use this sword as it was more of an intimidation tactic so trouble wouldn’t stir.One night when they recently left Ul’dah they decided to make camp out beneath the stars in the desert. Bison was awoken by the sound of approaching footsteps, and quickly drew his blade to fend off the intruders. He was ambushed by a quite a few Amalj'aa. With each swing of his rather large sword an Amalj'aa warrior crumpled to the floor. “Flee for Ul’dah” Bison yelled out hoping Ingri would make it to safety, however soon after they Amalj'aa quickly overran him with multiple cuts and stabs. As Bison fell to the ground the last thing he could remember was the Amalj'aa grabbing her and her son and hauling them off.
Bison awoke to the care of Amalaa Vass and Mace Eagle, who found him in the desert and nursed him back to health. After a few years of service to them he decided it was about time for him to make a life of his own and set out.
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