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Legends say that there are rare occurrence when mountains tire of their eternal perches and walk amongst the people. Such myths may be the only possible explanation for the behemoth that is Corr. A creature born from the explicit dance of well tuned genetics and the blunt repetition of hard work. Musculature is not formed in an well balanced aesthetical decree, but brought forth by the stalwart mentors of wheelbarrow, axe upon hard bark and sledgehammer smashing down upon heavy stone. Such facets are further highlighted by the damage worn upon the body, damage from sun and wind, heavy callouses in a constant state of death and rebirth. Scar tissues runs across the body some thin and pale barely presents ghosts faded by the hand of time, others are crimson splashes, angry unyielding patches of torn and beaten flesh.
Despite an appearance which would otherwise suggest an consuming aura of severeness and rigidity, his face tells another story. Looking up beyond the nose crooked and perceptually swollen are two spheres one brown and the other a deep orange that of a dying ember, a faint reminder of the Aeon's touch, deepest into the rugged mountainside. Yet they glimmered with something that contrasted the image set forward, a sense of wrenching nostalgia and acute empathy. As if those eyes alone understood the weight of the world that had been pressed upon your shoulders. This lighter appearance is further accented by the smile that appears behind the well-kept beard. Welcoming and kind, it came without much provocation and was typically accented with a warm bouncing laugh that seemed to consume the entirety of the room.
Choices of attire articulate this more humble appearance. Loose fitting and ragged they either came from a perspective that did not have money or did not care up putting on airs. The only other particularly in the arrangement is the ink strewn across the flesh. Their rough and rugged presentation gives off the assumption that they were done by the self. If asked the man would simply explain that the process helped him think. The exact patterns and drawings holding no particular meaning except to the mind in the moment that they were birthed.
P S Y C H E. How does one rectify a belief in a faith which deems them an abomination. This is the keystone at the heart of Corr's emotional ensemble. Due to the nature of his birth and upbringing the teachings of the Fayth have been firmly interwoven into the man's own outlook towards the world. He believes in balance, unity and maybe most importantly of all redemption. This makes him somewhat reserved in the process of vilification and damnation for he at least holds true to the ideal that for every ounce of evil and corruption within that there must on the same course of logic be an equal amount of good that has been repressed. He does not force these teachings with the fiery words of sermon, he embodies his faith rather than try and explain it.
Yet now he has become what even the Fayth has deemed irredeemable. An unholy creature born of union with that which is Sin. At first this caused considerable angst as you may very well imagined. It lead to a certain level of self-destructive behavior and internally spiraling collapse. The only word that was heard was that of the bottle continually whispering its chant of soothing hypnagogia. Yet as time progressed and he was able to think and dwell upon these thoughts there was a peculiar epiphany. Forsaken by the institution he still believed in its teachings and one those tenets was that of redemption. That the dark and the light could always be brought back into harmony. And he saw a world of disharmony ahead of him. Being damned as he were there was nothing left to lose. He could throw himself fully at the challenges ahead of him and use the power of the Aeon to fix the great disharmony bubbling forth in the world and maybe in that way find his own sort of penance. To continually become more efficient, a better fighter, a better person. Learning slowly to love the straight line paths through life, create opportunities and grasp them. Continual refinement.
Despite his own internal crisis Corr has always been something of a jovial and kind hearted soul. Partly from the teachings and partly because of his own natural deposition. A natural sense of self and an empathic ear when needed. This combined with miraculous levels of self-restraint cuts him usually into something of a paternal figure towards his fellows whether he likes it or not. This typically has the result of some tending to view the man as soft and unfit for service. But it takes a particular kind of undying flame to refuse to surrender one's conscience to another's keeping. Corr may not look for a fight and welcomes a diplomatic solution when it is available, but force his hand and you shall feel the wrath of the heavens fall down upon you. So while he may lack the efficiency of some in his ill-fated attempts to keep his moral center, the mission will always still be completed, the duty always done.
The relationship with his Aeon has evolved from a natural untrust and hatred towards something a little more pragmatic. Corr has come to understand he is a tool to it as much as it is a tool to him, and together they have the ability to meet both parties respective goals.
B A C K G R O U N D. The story begins on a storm swept evening in central Gatrea. When a storm does fall upon the typically dry continent it is one that rages and bellows for all to hear, hence the footsteps leading up the old stone steps carved from the cliff face that lead up to the Weissbern Monastery were hidden. It was only sometime later that Father Jerome Rhinebeck, that man of the Fayth in charge of the house of worship heard the small cries cutting through the night. Here in the darkness and the cold, he found a child wrapped in a small bundle. Taken the small speck of life into the dwelling the Father and the other monks cared for the child that had developed a fever from the resulting exposure. By some form of a minor miracle the child survived and the monks collectively decided to raise the child naming him Corr after Saint Corr the Redeemer.
And so this was the life that Corr was raised into. It was simple life where the twenty or so monks that lived, studied and pried within the walls of the ancient building became a family all into its own. A world of seemingly endless books in the centuries old library that was the original genesis of the Monastery's entire existence and the sprawling wilderness which stretched on for miles in every direction. It was a place where adventure could be found quite easily if you looked hard enough around every corner. Yet despite its simplicity it was not a particularly easy life. The monks came from a certain sect of the Fayth that believed enlightenment and salvation came through the breaking away from earthly possessions and living in a state of continuous refinement and betterment. This translated to not only much reading and studying that had to be done on Corr's part but great levels of physical exertion. Felling trees and dragging the logs back to the Monastery to fuel the fire, breaking stones to use to repair holes in the building, and climbing down the cliff side to fetch water from the river and bring it back up without spilling anything.
Despite the hardships that were presented, Corr took to the life like he had been doing the motions for a lifetime. He studied the religious texts with a level of vigor and earnestness surprising giving his youth and the physical labor only served to mold his form into the hulking mass that serves him well today. It was fairly well assumed that Corr would take up the mantle of a priest within the Fayth, continuing his spiritual studies at the Temple proper. Yet before that was to be done, he was to travel an idea set forth by his adoptive Father and that was fairly common practice. The youth would leave Gatrea becoming missionaries of sorts and helping those that needed it to give them a greater understanding of the world before they fell into greater study. And so it was for that reason that Corr left the monastery with only a few coins to has name and the clothes on his back learning to live off the kindness and charity of others.
His travels would eventually take him to the outer ghettos of Faelan. It was here that Corr would help a woman beset by a group of thugs. The woman turned out to be a recruiter for the SOLDIER program sent to look through the ghetto for possible candidates that may have escaped the government's traditional testing sweeps. Seeing the ease at which Corr dealt with the thugs, she give him an offer to help the whole the world. All Corr knew really was that it was a military test of some sort. Something inside of him drove him to accept the offer after a week of pensive thought. To help, to bring unity that was the purpose of the Fayth or at least the Fayth in his eyes and to turn down an offer to help an unimaginable number of people could not be passed up. And so that was how Corr attend the primarily trails designed to weed out those unfit for the program and was brought the Fort.
All he remembered of the actual 'joining process' was the particular sensitization of burning like being thrust into a pool of molten glass. Yet somehow he survived though not untouched with the permanent discoloration of his left iris being the mark of his own self-damnation. In hindsight knowing what he knew now, he would've never taken the woman up on the offer, but that was the problem with hindsight. Essentially becoming all that the Fayth called irredeemable and demonic wasn't something he took well at first. He took to basic primal instincts in a self destructive downward spiral reaping his own flesh and soul to fuel his own death. Eventually this lead to a stint in the medical ward from death due to near self-induced starvation. It was during this time of near death that a moment of clarity broke through the darkness that had surrounded him. From that point forward Corr seemed to be a changed person and threw himself with vigor at the tests and the training. The years of monastic toil had proven the perfect base as he we used to the rigor and intensity presented to him. The Aeon which had up to that point rejected began to easily bond and fuse with the empowered soul now that its walls had been broken open. They found in his level-headed and controlled mannerisms, a natural leader able to keep his cool in the heart of battle and willing to go above and beyond to get the job done. Corr became the weapon that he was born to become.
R E G A I L I A. Come the whirr and gnawing crash of death. Corr prefers adaptability and flexibility over brute force in terms of combat. Using his natural strength and durability he draws foes towards pitched duels and battles to draw them away from his compatriots and aims to keep those in his sights from moving further. In this regard he uses a strange weapon that comes originally from Rabanastre. A large churning and ripping saw blade atop a large pole of meteoric ore designed to tear flesh and bone asunder. (For ease of reference imagine a chainsaw on a six foot long pole) The manner of its construction allowing for mid to close range combat and keeping the enemy away from striking distant with well placed pokes and stabs.
His magic comes in a similar flavor designed to draw in foes and shield allies and self with enhanced defensive capabilities Erronka [predatory. order. savage.] A flash of light projects outward from Corr's body as if exploding from the spine. The creature Erronka is directed at becomes consumed by predatory rage enhanceing its strength, but now directing its attacks in earnest towards Corr forgetting whatever foe it may have been challenging previously.
Zilzal [strength. justice. law.] Corr's right arm becomes distorted and morphed by the power of the Aeon, rock suddenly bursting through the flesh. By making physical contact with this morphed hand to self or ally, the individual is bestowed higher defensive properties for a short period of time
Garde [morality. protection. unthinking.] Corr seems to vanish in a flash of light that is produced from his core. He reappears next to a close ally (within thirty or so feet) in a protective stance taking whatever blow may have been attended against them towards his own form.
A E O N. ādanyi ║ green/white
life, predatory, protection, order
The creature was gargantuan in size having originally thought to be an island. In actually the island was the crest of its head and when drawn out from its depths they found a gargantuan creature. A writhing mass of vines and stone interlaced with detailed rune stone like patterns that glowed white with unknown power. Deeper analysis found the creature to be male if male could be such a designation. To many's surprise, the great creature seemed to have taken on the shape of a colossal sized human yet one of earth and light rather than flesh and bone.
C O R E. SENTINEL: Physical resistance by 100%
O V E R D R I V E. In an explosion of fury and power, the energy held within Corr begins to leak in glowing pulses. Allies within range of the pulse receive a surge of energy and power increasing their strength and speed to levels which allow them to easily tear their foes asunder. Yet bestowing such amounts of energy upon others drains it twofold from Corr, sapping away his own life force to the point of death or something close enough too it.
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