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Player Name: Keks
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Character Name: Sir Fratley "Iron-Tail" Kain
Series: Final Fantasy IX
Age: 27

Physical Description: Fratley stands at roughly 5'4", the entirety of his compact frame seemingly made from lean, whiplike muscle. His hair is shoulder length and white-blond, bleached even further by the sun and almost strawlike in consistancy, and his skin was pale, once. Now it's got the slight pink, sunburned tinge that comes from spending far too much time in the sun with fair skin. His clothing is utilitarian and oilstained in many places, with more pockets that one can count; several on his pants, a few pouches hanging from a belt about his waist, and at least three in the short jacket he wears(and that's not counting any that may be hidden). Moreover these pockets are usually at least slightly weighted, though what he carries is typically something of a mystery. He carries himself with the grace of someone who's used to the ground beneath him being far less stable.

A couple things he is almost never seen without are his hat and his lance. The handle of the lance is collapsible, extending from maybe a foot long to at least four feet in length, with an additional footlong naginata-style blade on the end(that, obviously, cannot be hidden when the lance is collapsed). This is more often than not strapped to his back, the blade peeking slightly threateningly over his shoulder. The hat is worn and long-brimmed, hanging low on his face and shadowing his eyes when he's wearing it.

Personality: Upon first meeting him, one would typically think him to be rather unobtrusive, which is generally true. Fratley isn't the sort to go out of his way to start trouble, and he has an air of confidence about him that keeps him from getting into too many petty brawls(or maybe that's just the weapon he carries around). He isn't above kicking a few asses to prove himself, though, or involving himself in a fight that's starting to look just a bit too one-sided. He's something of a show-off, but not without good reason; the things he's good at he's very good at, and he's quite aware of the fact. He is quite friendly, though, and when he does show off he does it in a way that's more for the people around him than for himself. He smiles easily and makes friends easier, though if you do manage to get on his bad side he won't be forgetting it for a long time.

There's also a hint of formality about him, the barest brush of nobility, and given where he came from the reason for this is anyone's guess.

Strengths: Fratley is quite a capable fighter, wielding his lance with the expertise of someone who's handled it all his life, using the blade to kill or the pole to disarm. He's fast, too, and this quality is only exaggerated by his acute agility. He may not win any races, but in a confined space he is a force to be reckoned with. He's also something of a mechanic; by no means an expert, but he does know his way around machinery and given enough time and tools he'll usually be able to fix whatever needs fixing.

Weaknesses: He has a tendancy to overestimate himself and get involved in things only to find that he's unable to handle the situation as well as he'd originally assumed, especially when someone he knows or cares about is in trouble(and considering he cares about most people, well... this happens more often than he'd like to admit). His altruistic tendancies have lost him more than a few fights in the past. He also holds grudges for longer than is probably wise, and tends to act rashly when one is involved.

Tangent: Fratley is a magpie. He likes shiny things, valuable trinkets... he steals things. Yeah.

History: Everything up to about nine years ago is a blank nothingness to Fratley. All he remembers is waking up at sea with a splitting headache... his name, his birthplace, his entire past was a complete blank. Luckily for him, the pirates on the ship he'd come back to consciousness on were more than happy to fill in the gaps for him.

Apparently he'd been there on that ship for a short time, a month or so at least, working under this particular captain as a mechanic and a backup fighter. The ship had come under attack by privateers and he'd fallen from the rigging, smacking his head on the deck and apparently knocking all the memories out of his head. With no past to work off of, Fratley shrugged and took to the story easily, going to work in the role they'd told him he'd had. It was easy enough, and after a while he'd made a place for himself with the pirates, so it wasn't exactly objectionable.

And there he stayed for nearly a decade, hopping from ship to ship and spending the between time on one of several islands that formed a small archipelago, living comfortably and happily, accumulating a small fortune in stolen profits. Life was going quite smoothly...

Until once again the ship he was working on came under attack. This time around he was assigned to a water-speeder, rather than the main body of the ship, so when it took a rather crippling blow he was both safe and powerless to help. It was rare that the crews he worked with ever lost a struggle like this... but this time around they were simply unlucky. Unwilling to be captured but too far from the archipelago to return there, he fled to the largest body of land nearby, where the enemy ship couldn't follow him.

Besides, there were plenty of places in Azhun for a mouse to hide.