Esmond Greene

Lore

Born to Summorford

Growing up in Summerford to a family of being the sole boy of four kids. I grew up knowing hard work, the life of a farm hand was not for the lazy. My mother a seamstress, my father the farmer, and my three younger sisters doing various things around the farm.... My life was doomed to mediocrity. Yet fate had other plans for me. By sheer chance a wounded adventurer wielding a strange gun like blade collapsed in my father's field. Father helped me carry him home where my mother and the local doctor would treat him. From there I begged the man to train me while he rested and recovered....a way to pay back my family for saving his life.

Three moons, not much in the way of training but the man whom I later learned was Hrothgar, a man of Bozja. Taught me in secret, my parents unaware of what he had promised me. Yet we both knew should they find out we would be stopped. So I suppose we bonded over our shared secret, his desire to pass on a dying art to a promising apprentice.....and my desire to learn the way of the blade to escape the life of mediocrity.

• Lore continued

Lore (cont.)

A gunbreaker is made

This week I'm to continue my training alone....for my teacher has healed and I believe my parents are onto the fact he's been training me....so he is being sent away......With his final day with us fast approaching he entrusts me with a book....a journal of sorts and a strange stone claiming that the book and the stone will finish teaching me all I need to know....Yet that wouldn't be the case....as seems his pursuers had finally tracked him down. Here everyone thought we would be safe....with Limsa not but a few Malms away and yellowjacket patrols everywhere.....seems that was not so and we were beset by those who wished my teacher and now my family dead.......It was during the night they came... a crash awaking my father and I, who ran out with a pitchfork and my father grabbing a old family sword from above the mantle. It was there we met Imperial soldiers and conscripts fighting my teacher. his gunblade on the ground as they disarmed and beat him. Taking a chance I discarded my weapon to pick up the gunblade...... To both my parent's shock the enemies were dispatched....though not without my father suffering a cut to his shoulder, I was sadly much worse off......I had suffered numerous cuts due to my lack of skill.....yet determination and grit to see my family and my teacher though the night pushed my body far beyond it's limits. The last thing I saw before I collapsed was my teacher picking up the gunblade I had borrowed to save him and dispatching the final enemies with my father at his side.When I came to I was met with the stern gaze of my mother. Whom then broke down into tears and gave me the tongue lashing of a lifetime. She understood my desire to want a life better than what I had been given......yet both her and my father were somehow....so proud of what I had become.....Though I would learn my teacher had succumbed to his wounds long before I had awoken......with a heavy heart I buried him....My father aided in the endeavor. In the end after many a argument, more shed tears, my parents gave me a pouch of gil, allowed me to take up my teacher's gunblade....and began my life as a adventurer....

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Gallery (WIP)

• Hooks

Hooks

-A simple Farm boy: If you've been around the Limsa and the surrounding area, you might have seen the boy when he worked the farm or later in life when patrolling the streets and fields.-Need a helping hand?: While usually quite reserved, Esmond cannot help himself when a soul is in need. No matter how simple or daunting the task, he almost always is ready to help.-Want to spar?: While still new to being a gunbreaker, Esmond is eager to hone or test his skills against better opponents, he doesn't mind a helpful spar if it means he can help someone else be better or learn something new himself.-Gunblade: The weapon he wields bears the marks of many battles. Though not his own.....yet there is clearly a look of care of a well maintained if but old weapon.

• OOC

OOC

Thank you for reading and enjoying my carrd, while still a WIP I am quite eager to expand his story and his carrd.Been Rping for over ten years and a avid writer. Love experiencing stories and seeing what other people create for their characters.Ok with most forms of RP, ERP MUST be story driven. Darker Rp is acceptable so long as there is no character death for my character. he has a long future ahead of him.

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