Your character's backstory

[Dymlos]

I did a search for this type of thread and closest I got is character's personality.
If you mods feel like this topic is best suited in the link I just posted, then go by all means and lock this. http://www.ffxionline.com/forums/gen...cter+backstory

Has anyone here written up an actual backstory for their character? Its' great that we love to play as our characters, but I find it to be rather empty that our characters do all this killing, leveling, and such without a history. It feels like it's just an empty person with no feelings and such. Ya I'm an RP'er but only for those who want to RP. If anyone is willing to take the time and read my backstory, here it is. If you're a fan of Tales series, you'll know the references in my backstory for my character Dymlos.

http://www.geocities.com/j_black_tmb..._backstory.doc

[Yellow Mage]

Re: Your character's backstory

I'm actually working on a backstory for my character, though it's sort of a WIP . . .

Yes, I prefer Roleplay whenever possible.

[Tsrwedge]

Re: Your character's backstory

I don't have one. Part of it is the name - I did a thirty day trial with no real intent to go beyond that, so I didn't give my character a name per se, just my normal online handle (yes, if I could change it without world xfering, I would). The other part is I just don't think I have the creativity to do it well.

[Malacite]

Re: Your character's backstory

Sorta, my friends and I have our own fan fics we do (I rarely work on mine @. @ too busy playing the damn game XD)

[Silent Howler]

Re: Your character's backstory

Back before I bought the game I had plans to make a hume character and wrote up some background from him, but at the last minute I decided to play as a mithra instead, so for that character I was lacking any kind of background story. But there seems to be a lot less people that role-play on my server than I thought there would be so I don't worry about it.

[Pteryx]

Re: Your character's backstory

Kamiel's backstory is pretty simple; I wasn't out to write a whole story with a beginning, middle and end as a backstory. I've made that mistake on a character before. As such, it's not really written up per se; it's instead short enough to just relate to people who ask. So since you asked...

Kamiel is biologically the son of Garisa-Modisa, a powerful War Warlock BLM, and Annene, a low-mana botanist of the Rhinostery. However, Garisa-Modisa died in a battle in the Northlands to an attack by a demon with a mysterious greatsword; the San d'Orian Royal Knight who was assigned to protect him, Chanandit d'Leon, failed at that duty, and Raise didn't work for some reason. Out of shame and to restore his honor, Chanandit took in the then-pregnant Annene as his ward and sword to raise the child as his own son.

Kamiel Leon was teased a good deal as a kid, being a tarutaru in San d'Oria, but ultimately only came out of it determined to prove that he's not an inherent coward. He chose to start out as a red mage as a compromise between Annene wanting him to follow in his birth father's footsteps, his adoptive father wanting him to follow in his, and Kamiel himself wanting to pursue white magic; he was trained by Villion.

And the RP started from there. -- Pteryx

[Lunaryn]

Re: Your character's backstory

Kumei had somewhat mysterious origins, with both parents apparently dead (this was expanded on in later RP). Having lost one foster parent and run away from another who became abusive, she lived on the streets as a pickpocket for some time, but was looked after for a lot of the time by a moogle named Kulina, who eventually managed to pull strings and forge documents to get Kumei listed as an adventurer and assigned a Mog House. The RP on her end started when she attempted to pick Kamiel's pocket.

[wafflegirl42]

Re: Your character's backstory

A friend of mine told me about this topic so I thought I'd post what I have written up here. Our LS does a few little message board RPGs, so I have some stuff written up for the occasion...

Wafuru was born a few years before the Crystal War began. Her mother, Reyka Caidalei, was a warrior of no small skill, and met her father by chance. Her father, Ekran Caidalei, was a rogue male Mithra who smuggled things to and from the Far East. He was disguised as a Hume, and it was only by chance that Reyka discovered he was actually Mithra, and only after they had fallen in love. Sadly, shortly after they were married, Ekran fell afoul of the Bastokan navy, and Reyka presumed him dead.

Reyka then traveled to Windurst, where she served as a Mercenary Captain. She had few close friends--two of them were Feramu-Leramu, a Caster Captain and a Black Mage, and Keilalu-Meilalu, his wife and a Combat Caster White Mage. The two Tarutaru had a young son named Kumori-Lumori, and Wafuru and Kumori were often left together while their parents were fighting.

After the war, Reyka was outspoken in her beliefs that the Yagudo were not to be trusted; she was eventually sent on a mission from which she did not return alive. It was later revealed that the mission was assigned by strange and dubious means, and not formally ordered by the Windurstian government. Feramu-Leramu and Keilalu-Meilalu took in Wafuru and raised her as their own. However, tragedy struck again when Feramu-Leramu and Keilalu-Meilalu were sent on a bizarre mission of their own. They were never heard from again, and not even their remains were recovered.

As if matters couldn't get worse for the two orphans, Kumori-Lumori was kidnapped mysteriously when he became rebellious, studying summoning magic and breaking into forbidden scroll storage to try and find out the authorizations under which his parents and Wafuru's mother had been sent on dangerous missions. Truly an orphan, Wafuru was left completely alone in Windurst by the age of thirteen.

At first, she didn't truly know what she wanted to do. When her mother had been alive, Reyka had been showing her how to handle small blades, but the lessons were fast fading from her mind. Under the tutelage of her Tarutaru foster parents, she'd learned more about magic. She decided to meld the two and follow the path of the Red Mage.

However, something happened. The shock of casting elemental spells awoke some primal desire deep within Wafuru's soul. The sheer thrill of it, the play of power across her skin, made her throw aside her sword and take up a mage's staff. Tattoos were etched across her skin, and a beaten leather petasos replaced her elegant chapeau.

After Wafuru had come to a mastery of elemental magic by anyone's standards, she began dipping into more foreign and dangerous forms of magic. Summoning magic? The spells of the Near Eastern immortals? She hungers for the next great spell, the shock of the arcane. Her friends fear for her, praying that her all-consuming search for magic is not her end. And as the days pass, the normally cheerful Mithra becomes just a little bit less sane. In the end, the power may be the end of her, but that remains to be seen.

[Akashimo]

Re: Your character's backstory

I'm working on one in my head the past few weeks. Hard part, is cause of the name, which i used in a lot of role plays back a few years ago, and a couple going on right now. So trying to keep the idea constant with the character while not mixing it with alternate versions is a bit tricky =x
But i'll share what I've decided on so far.
<.< >.>; btw, ffxi-rp thread still open <.< >.>;

One aspect I've locked down for my hume's backstory is that he was adopted by a mithra paladin who had a child of her own just a year younger than him. They lived in Bastok for 5 years together til the mother was strucked down by a ghoul while exploring the then unknown territories of Zi'tah. Akashimo left for San d'Oria to forfill his dream of becoming a proud Red Mage after learning the ways of the Thief from his mother's sister and White Mage from here.

His adopted sister, Nekoai trained early on as a Monk since they were little. Upon the news of their mother she decided to honor her by following in her footsteps of a Paladin.

The two never saw eye to eye since then. Akashimo became a full fledge citizen of San d'Oria and amoung the high ranking adventurers to serve it. Nekoai remanded in Bastok to finish her training as Monk while sorting out why would he want to up and leave to become a San d'Orian.

As that wasn't enough, when she asked him to come back to visit her in Bastok his reply was, "Why would I ever go back to that dusty honorless town?" She was half heart broken and half furrious, to say that about their home and to think less of her was the dividing point. That marked the moment they no longer were brother and sister and the start of a rivaly as adventurers.

On the ballista field, they faced each other many times along a few matches teaming up, grudgingly. They faced each other one on one, and always never finished a bout before time ran out. Always in a dead locked stalemate they were.

When news came he was picking up the teachings of the Dark Knight from Zied and becoming a hertic mage as a Summoner she drew into a depression, stoping her training as Paladin and Monk. Seeking a way to get away from hearing about him her first thought was to become a mercanary in Al Zahbi. Traveling to Mhaura she recalled their days of adventuring together and stopped before entering.

Her heart stopped for a second and gasps when she heard, "Living in the past won't stop the future from coming, it'll only make you a shadow." Akashimo spoke, standing next to her. Fully dressed as a Thief, he wore all but the Assassin's Armlets and only weapon equipped was a pair of worn Cat Baghnakhs, the same ones she given him for his first birthday living together in Bastok.

Before she could respond he had already boarded the barge and make use of Hide. Its clear to Nekoai their paths will always crossed, as rivals, adventurers and soon to be, mercernaries.

[Ziero]

Re: Your character's backstory

While I'm not in any active RP environment in game, I do quasi-RP with my character in his attitude and mannerisms. Character wise, my character is brutish, aggressive, straight forward and yet dependable and tactically intelligent. As such, those attributes come forward in how I act in game, mixing with my own personality as I play. As such, when people make jokes like punting taru, that's something my character would actually do (he's not a big fan of Taru, many of them are a bit loud mouthed for their size iho).

Long story short, here's his back story.

Ziero Ironwind

Like many other children from Bastok, Ziero is a war orphan. Both parents fought for the Bastok military and died in battle. Most orphans were put into orphanages or foster homes, but Ziero was one who slipped through the cracks and took to the street. Growing up on his own, Ziero learned the ways of the thief and slowly turned a method of survival into and an almost artistic practice.

After spending much of his life as a thief, he became skilled at stealth movement, infiltration, and avoiding detection. At the age of 18 he put these skills to a more proper use when he joined the Bastokan army. He was sent on many missions for the Bastok military deep into Quadav strongholds, missions most would consider too dangerous. And though his espionage skills were great, he found that in direct combat he was far too vulnerable.

It was then when he decided to start combat training, his weapon of choice was the same that his father wielded, as well as many of Bastok's finest, the Great Axe. It came eerily naturally to him swinging such a massive weapon, all the finesse and technique he was so familiar with while using smaller weapons were forgotten when he held his axe. He let his aggression take over while wielding it in battle, an unfamiliar rage that he released on his foes. Once commended for his superb information gathering techniques and espionage skills, he became feared for his newly found destructive tendencies. Responsible for mass massacres of Yagudo in Giddeus, surprise raids on Orcs in Davoi and Ghelsba and his merciless defense of Gustaberg during attempted Quadav invasions, he was becoming known as a fierce Warrior.

During his battles he let his axe swing on it's own, and the more he fought the less restraint he had. In the heat of battle Ziero noticed himself slowly losing all self control, all consciousness during the fight. Many times he's awoken at a Home Crystals, unaware of the events from the past few hours, many more times he’s awoken in the midst of corpses, the lifeless masses of enemy and ally alike.

Shortly after a ghastly battle and subsequent failure of a supposedly routine mission, the details of which only know to Ziero’s direct superiors and a few high ranking officials, he was temporarily removed from active duty and forced into an indefinite leave of absence. In this time Ziero took up work as an adventurer and mercenary, traveling the world, using his skills to achieve a fair amount of success, but far from reaching his true potential. The memory of that aftermath from that one mission, the horrible sight and even more ghastly realization of what occurred, still lingering in his mind preventing him from ever releasing his true might.

Also, just for the heck of it, a part of a FFXI message board I took part in to better illustrate my character's personality.

That Damn Moogle

The lone warrior marched down the dimly lit alley, his heavy footsteps creating a thudding echo that rang out in the quiet morning air. He walked with powerful strides, a stern determined grimace on his face. His armor worn and frayed, plated leggings chipped and scratched, the leather straps torn in two dangling and swaying with each step. His brilliant red tunic hung open loosely, it’s clasps bouncing and clanging with his movements, the sleeves torn and shredded. Grit and grime, dried crimson blood, covered his red metal gauntlets, hands that have seen their share of hard work and battle. And in his iron grip, a massive axe, black as night and far too big to be wielded by a single hand. But he showed no signs of duress from traveling with the weapon as such. He had the look as though he has been through hell and back, but as he approached the familiar wooden door, he knew that the sight inside would be far worse.

He grasped the handle of the door, pushing it open slowly with a loud, lingering creak. A strong scent rushed out filling the air, musky and heavy, the type of odor commonly found in a cave or a tomb. He pushed past the choking aroma and entered the small room without hesitation, and found that his fears were all too true. The tiny room, a small adventurer issued apartment, commonly referred to as a Mog House, was in utter and complete shambles. A weak flame danced in the fireplace, giving off a dark shadowy aura across the room. Shattered glass, broken plates and tattered paper littered the floor, a dark red spot, dried liquid, was splattered against the wall. The simple bronze bed over turned, its linens flung about callously, paintings hung precariously on the walls as if even the slightest breeze could bring them crashing about. The fowl smell in the air and horrendous sight before him could only have been done by one person, and the warrior knew this all too well.

“SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!” he shouted into the distraught room, his voice rasping in an almost feral growl. His stern visage showing clear signs of anger and frustration as the room went silent once more. Then, a sudden rustling caught his ear. The sound of glass bottles and a slight wailing moan coming from behind a small counter in the corner of the room. The warrior watching intently as a small red puff ball slowly rose from behind the bar. It was shortly followed by a tiny brown paw, grasping the top of the counter to assist its climb. Another small limb followed, this one clutching a near empty glass bottle, which thudded against the hard wooden serving area releasing a hollow echo into the room. The small furry creature, a moogle used to assist adventurers in their day to day residential tasks, slowly lifted its self over the bar top and into view. The tiny creature looked ragged, a drab bandana was shabbily wrapped around its head, its creamy white fur disheveled and a large black patch covered one the small creature’s tiny eye. His face was dreary; the only coloring was that of a red flush across his cheeks, as a glance of lifelessness flashed across his features.

“….uuuh…oh, hey Z. You’re kinda home early…kupo” the small moogle moaned out, his voice surprisingly rugged and deep for a being of his stature.

“What the hell did you do to my room Spike!” Ziero barked angrily, turning slightly towards the moogle, tightening his grip on the weapon in his hand.

“Gah, damn it Z would ya knock off the yellin,” the moogle moaned, bringing his tiny paw to his head in anguish “I got this killer hang over and you really ain’t helpin much”

“This place is a mess you little rodent, what the hell did you do while I was gone” the warrior growled back, showing no concern for his smaller companions ‘ailment’.

“Well…uh... you were gone so long I decided to invite some friends over…to keep me company” the pale fury creature moaned out, giving a slight shake to the bottle in his hand in an attempt to judge it’s current contents.

“It was a week” Ziero replied flatly

A disturbing smile crept across the moogle’s face as he tossed the empty bottle over his shoulder haphazardly. “yea…but it was one hell of a week”

The room’s owner let out a sigh, his shoulders and firm expression sinking a bit in the knowledge of his defeat. This occurrence is nothing new to him. Ever since having Spike assigned to be his aid all those years ago, events like this were all too common. Wild parties, blatant theft and straight up fist fights were normal incidents between these two. But behind their obvious outer hostility towards each other was a fairly strong bond that no one, not even Spike and Ziero, has been able to explain.

With the discussion at an end the two went about their business. Spike ducking back behind his counter and Ziero disappearing behind a large Windurstan screen, used to section off a portion of the otherwise open room. The area behind the screen was small and cramped, the result of trying to segregate the tiny apartment with smaller internal rooms. But the area was still large enough for what it was meant to be, and the confined space didn’t really bother Ziero. Against the back wall stood a large San D’Orian Armoire, whose enormous wooden doors opened with an audible groan. Inside was a sight to behold, armor and weaponry stacked high and packed tight into the cabinet. Plate mail and chain link vests, tunics, coats and harnesses, daggers and swords and axes upon axes upon axes. It was enough gear to supply a small army, or satisfy one prepared collector.

The warrior began to change out of his worn red armor while the moogle began mixing a peculiar drink for himself. He mixed small amounts of numerous, pungent smelling liquids, creating a reddish concoction in his tiny glass. Ziero emerged from behind his dressing screen in time to watch the small creature carefully break open a raw bird egg into his drink.

“…the hell is that?” Ziero asked with a cockeyed glace

“Prairie Oyster, great for hangovers” Spike responded, topping the drink off with a dash of pepper. He placed his tiny paw over his nose, brought the drink up his mouth and downed it all in one quick gulp. The ragged moogle grimaced at the taste and shivered a bit as the fluids made their way through his system. Ziero paying little attention to his partner, just continued to gather and replace his supplies. He then noticed his wooden mannequin lying on the floor and made his way over to set it upright. Stuck in the face of the large display piece was a tiny dagger, far too small for even a Taru Taru to use effectively.

“Hmmm” Ziero growled softly “how many times do I hafta tell you not to use my mannequin for target practice.” The soldier plucked the weapon from the wood, the numerous gashes and scars on the display piece’s face illustrating that this was a fairly common sight to see.

“To be fair” the moogle squeaked out, swallowing his breath as a result of his potent drink “I was aiming at Oscar.” He paused a bit, but meeting Ziero’s vacant glance, he knew he should continue. “...one of my buddies got a bit ill in the trash can…while Oscar was sleeping inside. He didn’t take too kindly to that so he started tearin up the place, ruined my party the bastard.” Ziero made no response, just lightly lobbed the small weapon in his hand onto the counter where the Moogle rested and turned around. “He, uh, also ate your fish.” Spike chimed, noting Ziero’s pause in front of the half empty aquarium.

“Ya know, Moogles are supposed to maintain these houses, not destroy them” Ziero spoke bluntly, while rummaging through the drawers of his dresser.

“That’s a blatant lie and you know it.” Spike responded, sheathing his tiny dagger in his belt. “We just gotta get your mail, watch your plants and make sure we don’t lose yer junk.

“Whatever the case, you’re gonna be cleaning this mess up you lil pest, cause if you don’t you’ll be in the trash and Oscar will watch my mail.” A tinge of sarcasm could be heard in his voice as he slammed the oaken drawer shut. It was a threat Ziero made frequently but never followed through on. After all, as a Wyvern, Oscar would be more likely to eat objects that came in the mail. “Also, try and get in contact with Zoie, by the time I get back I should have some more junk for her to sell.”

“You’re leavin again? But you just got here.” Spike commented, as he watched Ziero throw on a familiar green vest. It was a stark contrast to how he appeared when he first entered his home, the ragged, damaged red armor replaced with a intense emerald green attire. His short vest allowing free movement of his arms and body while showing his firm and toned muscle mass. The figure of an adventurer in his prime. Numerous pockets lined his arms and waist, filled with supplies and tricks of his trade. Loose, green short pants hung loosely, falling just below his knees giving way to tightly bound, tan leather boots. Opening the door to his home, the sun’s morning rays rushed in. In response he pulled out a tiny pair of wire framed glasses, their polished orange lenses reflecting the brilliant light with a brief and radiant glare, and deftly slid them in place over his eyes. Completing his ‘transformation’ of sorts, it was indeed clear there was a new life to this adventurer.

“Yep, it’s time for work.” Flashing a rogue’s grin towards his moogle he stepped through the door and back into the world.

[Eiyoko]

Re: Your character's backstory

Eiyoko's backstory is rather interesting if you ask me (Though I wish I would have done my research beforehand and given her a more Elvaan sounding name, but this one will do I guess). My LS forums made a board to post your character's story on, though Eiyoko's story varies depending on what job class I'm playing her as.

Eiyoko as a Summoner

Born in Norg but raised in San d'Oria from early childhood, Eiyoko never knew much of her family history. Interestingly enough, she never cared to know; she was too busy playing with the other children.

When Eiyoko finally joined the Royal Knights, her father met with her and gave her a most beautiful ruby. He called it a Carbuncle's ruby. "The legend says that a spirit resides within this ruby and watches over the one whom holds it. It is very rare, and is said to have a will of its own." Taking it as a good luck charm, Eiyoko kept a tight hold on it.

For a while the young Elvaan was successful as a knight, but this was not to last. After a short amount of time, she grew weary of what she had done with her blade, and sought to do good for her kingdom, and at once went to Ghelsba to slay any orc she met.

But it was a mistake.

Her impatience had almost certainly led to her death. By some unknown cause of luck (or misfortune), Eiyoko's father arrived just in time to aid in her escape from the fortress. However, the man was no combatant of any sort, and ended up giving his life for his daughter to life and flee the orcs.

Eiyoko staggered weakly through Ronfaure and away from San d'Oria, cursing her foolishness and branding herself a traitor to her own nation. She glared constantly at the ruby she held, but never threw it away. It was the only thing her father had ever managed to give her, and she would never get rid of it for sentimental reasons.

Eventually, she settled down in La Theine to rest, among a circle of stones that seemed to be a shrine of sorts. Shrines were built as sanctuaries, she had thought at the time, so I'll be safe here. But when Eiyoko woke up in the middle of that night, she was met with the undead. Not believing the stories of ghosts to be true until now, the young Elvaan was frozen with terror, and the ruby fell from her grasp. When she screamed, however, the ruby shattered, and there was a flash of light...

Since then, Eiyoko was met across the world as a simple White Mage, but many knew that she was hiding something. The ruby she had recieved from her father was long gone, and not a trace of it was found where it was said to have shattered. Some say the avatars rescued her that day, others say that she was possessed. Though Eiyoko never revealed what happened that night, one thing was for sure:

She would never wield a blade again.

Methinks it's a bit long...

[raidenn]

Re: Your character's backstory

Mine is getting conned into a timeshare on a place called Fort Gshelba...
Never going to trust that salesman again....

[Yellow Mage]

Re: Your character's backstory

Kamiel Leon was teased a good deal as a kid, being a tarutaru in San d'Oria, but ultimately only came out of it determined to prove that he's not an inherent coward. He chose to start out as a red mage as a compromise between Annene wanting him to follow in his birth father's footsteps, his adoptive father wanting him to follow in his, and Kamiel himself wanting to pursue white magic; he was trained by Villion.

This story sounds dangerously like my own. Particularly the part in bold.

Ah, well, what is one to do? I'm pretty sure our charactors end up down different paths, anyway.

DISCLAIMER: this is NOT to be taken as an accusation. In fact, I'm worried more about me, than anybody. I'm sure you thought of yours first.

[Ziero]

Re: Your character's backstory

This story sounds dangerously like my own. Particularly the part in bold.
Ah, well, what is one to do? I'm pretty sure our charactors end up down different paths, anyway.
DISCLAIMER: this is NOT to be taken as an accusation. In fact, I'm worried more about me, than anybody. I'm sure you thought of yours first.

That'll happen from time to time, sometimes ideas can be surprisingly common.

[Lunaped]

Re: Your character's backstory

Oh, wow... I had my LS write background stories for their characters as one of the monthly contests that I was running. Once I get them all posted up I'll edit this and add the link or whatever... XD