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__________________QUICK STATSName Dylan Tyr Winterbourne
Age 33
Gender Male
Species Human
Ethnicity Adelan/Essyrni Connlaothian
Height 6'2" -- 192 cm
Occupation Mordecai
Residence Reajh, Connlaothian
__________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPhysical Description Dylan is an imposing figure. He's tall and broad and built. Finding out he was a mordecai at a young age gave him a head start compared to a few others and because of this he's hard muscle, rough skin and pale scars. He's not
unattractive but when it comes to features perhaps the most interesting thing about him is his eyes, the right being a soft green and the left being the Adelan gold.
His hair is short bangs and relatively long and left loose, except for a few braids that go from his temples and behind his ears to rest over his shoulders. A deep auburn colour, his hair and his green eye compliment one another nicely.
Because of his mixed heritage but his very Connlaothian ability, he tends to stick out like a sore-thumb around the more pure blood lines of Connlaoth.
Personality Dylan has a bit of a chip on his shoulder. He is also judgemental, a little racist and he can be quite rude. The country needs him more than he needs it so he has nothing to lose by running his mouth and letting people know what he really thinks. There is no being 'nice' or being 'soft' when you can be put into situations where you may have to fight for your life.
When he isn't working, he's just as judgemental, racist and rude, he's just a little more quiet about it and it's usually while he's doing something else with his time - he likes to tinker and if he wasn't a solider he'd fancy himself an inventor. Unfortunately for the people that are around him, Dylan is always working.
He trusts no one except for the people he's immediately assigned with and has a bit of trouble with authority. Despite his sense of superiority, he tends to enjoy none-combatant deployments much better. He's not a pacifistic, but not fighting for your life every day is a vacation. Despite his dislike of having to fight for his life, he's taken every measure he can to be very good at taking others.
He isn't an avid follower of Ansgar but he'll say a prayer occasionally and looks down on those that throw their countries religion away.
Magic/AbilitiesDylan is a mordecai, he's never measured it but he has one of the larger 'fiends' of ability and he takes advantage of ever centimeter when it comes to planning.
He's adept with various weapons, his favourites being small ones like daggers and carious throwing items.
Dylan is also an excellent marks man with both a bow and a gun.
RelationshipsNone. --- Though, he's probably looking for a wife to produce an heir for the family estate.
HistoryThe day Dylan found out he was a mordecai was the day his life ended.
More or less.
Dylan comes from a family of mages. Perhaps the mordecai blood ran through his mothers side, a pretty plump red head with too much money to spend, or perhaps it was a hiccup from his father, the mish-mash of bloodlines to create the merchant line that was still going up until the beginnings of the civil war. He doesn't really remember it on purpose. If someone asked him what happened he'd promptly tell them to fuck off and mind their own Goddamn business.
His sister was the catalyst, at least that's what he remembers. He still has the scar on his hip. The burn she'd given him in the shape of her tiny hand- or it had been, it was just a faded smudge now . The whole world unraveled then, the church came and he was collected to be trained as a Templar or something - he couldn't remember. He wasn't mile natured enough to be brainwashed into a church tool.
It was through letters while he trained. His sister had been taken to live in a church with Adhara and mordecai, branded with the mark that proclaimed her mage. It wasn't until the civil war when he was a younger man did he found out his father and sister had been sent to a mage camp and his mother had taken her life.
Dylan shrugged it off. They'd never been there for him - he'd ignore the piles of letters they sent him that he never replied to - Didn't come to visit. Mostly, he was irritated that he had to deal with a business now when that was his dad's job. Dylan had always hated paperwork. He's been managing the past few years, both as a soldier and an unwilling businessman (Mostly he's been paying someone to take care of it).
He's content.
Mostly.
For now.
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