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Layers: Farwyn Stonewolfe

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name: Farwyn Stonewolfe Eye Color: Light gray-green Hair Style/Color: Blonde with some gray (although he insists otherwise.) He usually wears it cut short, but often it grows out in an unkempt fashion. Height: Approx 6′6″ Clothing Style: Casually, he tends to wear whatever is comfortable which usually includes long worn pants, various breathable shirts and often times gloves when he’s working. He favors a few jackets as well, especially in travel. While he has sworn (and sworn again) not to don his armor anymore, it is always meticulously cared for despite showing obvious signs of use from the past.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Your Fears: “It seems most have come to pass, to be honest. I suppose the past rearing it’s ugly head again or the Twelve forbid, losing anyone else. Especially Elysia.” Your Guilty Pleasure: “There are a few favorite sandwich places of mine, not to mention I’ve been eyeing this new sword for sale at the market. It’d be a shame if someone bought it with a lack of respect for the weapon. I’d really be doing a favor buying it. Worth the gil maybe...” Your Biggest Pet Peeve: “Arrogant stupidity. Annoying chatter. The pricks who talk as if they’d want the whole world to hear or someone sticking their nose where it doesn’t belong. Can’t a man just mind himself?” Your Ambition for the Future: “Ambitions? That’s... that’s for the little one now. No good can come from me getting much involved anymore.”

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

Your First Thoughts Waking Up: “Maybe I should just buy breakfast so I don’t burn down the apartment.” What You Think About the Most: “Probably the past, which is bitterly amusing because I try the exact opposite. Otherwise I guess it just varies from day to day. Dwelling isn’t healthy and I know that but... eh.” What You Think About Before Bed: "It feels good to be exhausted.” Your Best Quality Is: “...” “I’m dependable? Hells if I know. Certainly isn’t my social graces.”

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: “Single, I guess if I have to answer.” To be Loved or Respected: “It can be hard to earn both, but easy to lose’m. One’s a lot easier to talk about and handle these days though. ... I hate these questions.” Beauty or Brains: “Well, I’d rather have an ugly smartass helping me out in a pinch than a beautiful idiot.” Dogs or Cats: “Dogs.”

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: “Not really and honestly people could use a bit more truth. Of course, I’m not talking about the kind such as telling Elysia her mud pies are delicious.” Believe in Yourself: “I believe I’ve fucked up a lot, does that count?” Believe in Love: “It exists. Begrudgingly it exists.” Want Someone: “I did once and if Fate is kind, it’ll leave me alone now.”

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage: “Absolutely not.” Done Drugs: “No.” Changed Who You Were to Fit In: “I am unapologetically myself.”

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

Favorite Color: “Green.” Favorite Animal: “My horse, but I suppose wolves as well in favor of my name.” Favorite Food: “Sandwiches and anything home-cooked.” Favorite Game: “I used to enjoy martial competitions when I was younger.”

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: “Fifteenth Sun of the Second Umbral Moon.” How Old Will You Be: "Ugh, let’s not talk about my age. Makes a man feel old.” Age You Lost Your Virginity: “The none-of-your-business age.” Does Age Matter: “In a lot of things.”

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

Best Personality: “I don’t really think there is a best personality nor am I really wanting to indulge in this question. Everyone is different. Although I suppose I’m a little drawn in to those who sometimes have too good of a heart. If that makes an-... gah, just forget I said that.” Best Eye Color: “Don’t care too much about colors. The one they’re born with?” Best Hair Color: "Whatever’s natural for them. Honestly I’m terrible at this.” Best thing to do with a Partner: “Outside of the obvious, I enjoy a good walk and... well, don’t tell anyone but good conversation too. Hells, please don’t tell that annoying merchant that I sometimes like to talk.”

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: “My daughter.” I feel: “Godsdamn tired.” I hide: “What people don’t need to know.” I miss: “Not knowing what I do now..” I wish: “I could cook without almost burning down my kitchen.”

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Prompt #15: Plateau

He was at peace.

Farwyn wiped the sweat off of his forehead as he set his tools aside, ceasing the endless droning of hammering. The neighbors probably appreciated the moment of respite. He sprawled out his legs and leaned forward, shoulders slouched as he took in the view of the Lavender Beds. As a young man, he never imagined he'd be in the Shroud of all places. Let alone that someone would have the gentle mercy of hiring an Ala Mhigan. He had a sneaking suspicion the owner of the house needed a cheap roof repair because they couldn't afford the services from the Guild. That was fine by him.

That's how his days were now. He could travel and see the local scenery, all while taking in the surroundings from atop a roof, a ladder or anywhere else he could get a spot of work. Now he could see the lush, towering trees and the gentle glow of some of the pungent flowers. A sound of birds and bubbling water became the backdrop between his work and he was able to perfect his craft, day by day. Travel and work. A carpenter. A stonemason. A handyman. He was okay with that.

After taking a swig of water, he let out a sigh and grabbed his hammer and went back to work. The roof was just old, so he'd recommended redoing the whole thing but they just wanted a patch job. Cheaper, but he just hoped that when eventually other shingles started to go, he wasn't going to get blamed for it. His reputation wasn't anything he'd ever cared about before, so it was still a bit of an alien concept now. If he wanted to get hired this way, he had to care what other people thought about him. Not that he could do much more than what he promised. That... was alright.

A quiet life. There was no more picking up his sword and shield. He wasn't going to don his old armor or fasten the purple emblem with the gryphon upon his cloak. He couldn't afford to explore and his old injuries were too sore to push himself too much. The tactical way of thinking he used to embrace when approaching a problem was growing rusty, but that was just the nature of change. Except this time nothing was going to change. Travel and work. He was at peace. This was...

He stopped hammering for a moment and wiped his brow again. His jaw clenched and he stared at the hammer in his calloused hand. The idea of this lasting forever made him want to yell. The Stone Wolf wasn't complacent. He was in Gridania fixing a roof. It was maddening. He...

Farwyn drew in a breath through his nose and then slowly exhaled, forcing himself to relax. This was a good life.

He was at peace.

-------------- FFXIV Writing Challenge