Shiraz Amaretto
Go on, ask me anything. I'm a simple guy.
Shiraz Amaretto @ Gungnir
My story?
For starters, I'm adopted. My old man literally picked me outta the trash when he heard some tyke cryin' in there. He decided to take me in from there, and asked one a' his pals to help name me somethin' all Hyur-like since he thought a Hellsguard name didn't really suit a Miqo'te so well. Me? I don't really give a rat's arse, but I like m'name just as well. Some say it sounds like I'm a stripper, which is a'ight by me too. I like t'put on a show.Anyroads. After that, I grow up as a disciple of his training hall. We's all pugilists, but our style's different enough that we're separate from the Guild in Ul'dah proper. Turns out I was actually pretty good at fightin', and eventually I end up throwin' hands for a living in the Coliseum. Racked up quite a few titles too, actually. Was called a risin' star an' all. But then one fine evening after a hard fight I complain to the manager - "'Ey, boss, my right eye's feeling funny." They got a chirurgeon t'take a look at me, an' the man says, "This eye injury won't be getting better anytime soon, son." See, I could see just fine 'sides some weird blurry shapes an' shite, but m'poor manager gets spooked, pulls me outta all my upcoming matches. Money eventually stops, too. As y'know, that'd be the lifeblood of any career fighter....An' this is the part where I'd talk about how I'm chill with just helpin' out at my old man's an' all, but then two summers later, this girl with pink hair proposes a deal to me - let her be my patron, and I give her whatever she asks me for. Ain't gonna lie, sounded shady as all Hells. But somethin' tells me I got more t'gain than lose, here. Nymeia's seen fit to keep throwin' curveballs at me from there. Ain't sure what she gets outta that.
You wanna know more?
Sure, why not. Lessee...The Coliseum
'Sides from bein' a fighter myself, I still drop by when I'm off the job to watch fights. You learn a lot by watchin' other fighters go at it, an' imaginin' yourself down there in the pit yourself. An' I like to think I'm always learnin'.Fistfighting
I know my way around a good number a' styles, though my specialty's the style my old man teaches. Interested? Y'could tell me more about what you've seen, and I'll tell you more about what I've learned. Deal? Win-win, right?Hedonist
Big word. Some learned lay called me one, an' I'm inclined t'agree. I always appreciate some fine food, drink, ladies an' men, an' I ain't afraid t'admit it. Just gotta find me for a good time, sweetie. Pretty damn lucky I get to do it for work too.Curious
Eh. Some people call me "curious" as in "weird", yeah, but I think I'm more "curious" as in "wanna learn more". All the time. I ain't gettin' any younger. I ain't happy sittin' on my arse about life. Y'got somethin' interestin' t'tell me? C'mon now, spit it out. I wanna know.