Background
Even having grown up in Limsa Lominsa, Konstantin was not truly prepared for the brutality of life as a pirate. He had listened to too many songs and tales of noble rogues and dashing scoundrels to fit among the marauders and raiders he threw his lot in with. The crew and captain only grew crueler as Merlwyb's new vision took hold of the seas and shores of Vylbrand, and Konstantin only grew that much more defiant and clung to his honor, thin as it was. He kept clinging to it even to the point of his captain's steel in his gut and being thrown overboard.Drowning, he thought, would be an ironic death for a pirate. So he tried to hold the little air he could in his lungs. Tried to hold the blood he had left in him. Tried to get back to the surface in the raging, frigid, stormy sea he was dragged into. All too quickly he was pulled so far under he couldn't see the lightning above anymore, slammed against the rocks launching up from the depths. Scrabbling desperately at the rocks to stop his uncontrollable hurdle, the fervor of the dying giving him the last bits of strength to try and survive. Konstantin's fingers wrapped around a piece of metal for half a heartbeat before it filled with such tremendous heat that lanced through his entire body and everything went black.Coughing his way to consciousness on an unknown shore, Konstantin slowly woke and realized he was alive. Battered, starving, and drenched but, somehow, alive. Eventually he crawled out of the water up on the sand, dragging the massive sword with him, aware of it almost like an extension of himself. The sword had done something to him in the depths, pulling something out of his...soul, maybe. Then something had flowed back from the sword into Konstantin, in the emptiness it made in him. Konstantin could feel that the sword was bonded to him now, part of him. And he'd probably better figure out what the fuck that meant.
Basics
Race: Hyur - Midlander
Hair: Gray
Height: 5'11 (180cm)
Gender: Male (He/him)
Build: Sturdy
Age: Early 30's
Orientation: Dense
Birthplace: Limsa Lominsa
Relationship Status: Incredibly single
Occupation: Mercenary, bodyguard, nuisance for hire
Languages: Common, poorly pronounced commonHooks:
Mercenary: Konstantin's primary trade is selling his sword, skills, and scintillating wit. No one's actually paid for the last one, but that's irrelevant.
Former pirate: Konstantin used to be a scourge of the seas. Unfortunately for him, the seas had a bit too much scourging to stomach.
Sightseer: Konstantin always wanted to see the world and have adventures. Dying didn't dampen that desire.
Cursed Blade: Konstantin's sword is cursed (probably) and ate part of his soul to keep him alive (maybe) and he really has no idea what the fuck is going on with it (definitely) but it's also where he's getting magic from so he's keeping it for now (delusional.)
Common Interests: Do you like swords? Axes? Lances? Various other tools of violence? Punching people? Traveling? What about flowers? Pretty much anything to do with those are things Konstantin enjoys. Although he'll definitely get lost on the deeper points on weapon design and make, he's interested to learn or just talk about how they handle and the best ways to use them. He also loves to talk about places to travel to for exploration or sight seeing. And he's got a soft spot for flowers of all types.
About
Konstantin's not one for tradition, thinking everyone should live the life they want to and the choices they want. He's a contradictory kind of bastard, loving a fair fight but also do what needs to be done to survive. Unfortunately for everyone, he also runs on a fight or fight instinct, you start some shit and it's an all out brawl immediately.Getting out of the pirate's life has allowed a softer than expected heart to shine but only as soft as gold. He's a pirate born and bred, so he's not going to stick his neck out for no reward. Konstantin's also definitely cursed to never be rid of his knack for getting in trouble or to be without his reckless enthusiasm for dealing with trouble.
OOC
— Hello! I'm Kay.
— I'm 30+ years old IRL and have no desire to RP with anyone below 20.
— I have varied experience with RP in - forum and in game format.
— ERP holds no interest for me, sorry.
— Lore-compliant-esque but more in the broad strokes.
— WU/T welcome.
— MST on Crystal - Balmung
— My pronouns are he/they
