charlemont in bullet points
Jun. 15th, 2020 03:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dramaticflaircopied from my plurk, maybe he'll get a real info post one day. cw for vague mentions of suicide ideation.
- his name is charlemont chanticlier (char-lay-mon chant-i-clee-ay). charle (char-lay) for short. i am not typing his name out every gd time.
- charle's father was ishgardian. charle never met him as he was one of the many casualties of the dragonsong war. his mother, then very, very pregnant, left the city to live in the twelveswood with her own mother/charle's grandmother
- charle grew up in a loving and warm home, where music was a constant. his mother and his gran were both lovely singers, and it's no wonder that charle picked up on it like he did. he sang before he could talk (this is something he'll bring up a lot, and though it sounds like an empty boast, it's actually true)
- he never learned much about his father. though charle's home life was a good one, there was always a hint of melancholy about his mother, like her thoughts were often elsewhere, and it would only get worse if charle asked about his dad. eventually, he stopped asking
- when he was old enough, charle began to train in archery at the archer's guild in gridania. he didn't exactly relish in fighting, but life in the twelveswood being what it is, he wished to be able to protect his little family and the bow pretty much came naturally. not as naturally as singing, but damn close.
- it was in the guild that he met a young elezen woman named sabine. charle was good with a song and good with a bow, but sabine surpassed him in every way. he fell in love almost instantly.
- he tried long and hard to court her, but she always seemed to turn her nose up at him. it was more playful than anything else, since they were essentially rivals within the guild, and eventually he won her over. the pair eventually married.
- a couple years into their marriage, sabine broke the news that she was expecting, and it would not be a lie to say charle had never been happier.
- and then dalamud fell, and bahamut visited his wrath upon eorzea. the twelveswood was hit especially hard, and in the chaos and the carnage, charle's mother, his wife, and his unborn child were all killed.
- he spiraled pretty hard after that, and bless his gran because she's the only reason he didn't just find a corner to lie down and die in, but it was pretty scary. there was a lot of alcohol, a lot of grief and anger. charle was a mess for a good few years
- one day while rifling aimlessly through sabine's belongings, he came across an odd little jewel. an old family heirloom of hers that, in his hands, imparted the knowledge of marrying archery with song to bolster one's companions. (it's a soulstone, eyyy.)
- there was something comforting about the little trinket, and that combined with his gran's often tough love eventually pulled him out of his stupor and he turned his life around.
- however rather than truly coming to terms with the horrible loss and grief he suffered, he pretty much swung the complete opposite direction. everything he does is surface level. he drinks and sings and sleeps around and doesn't let himself get too close to people
- he pulled up his roots in the twelveswood, bid his gran farewell, and with his wife's soulstone in his pocket, he roams around plying his trade as a bard (the singing sort, not the combat sort) for whoever will listen and toss him a few coins.
- he was always sort of a flirt and a show-off with a dramatic streak, but now that's basically cranked up to 11 at all times
- what are healthy coping mechanisms, he literally does not know them
- his name is charlemont chanticlier (char-lay-mon chant-i-clee-ay). charle (char-lay) for short. i am not typing his name out every gd time.
- charle's father was ishgardian. charle never met him as he was one of the many casualties of the dragonsong war. his mother, then very, very pregnant, left the city to live in the twelveswood with her own mother/charle's grandmother
- charle grew up in a loving and warm home, where music was a constant. his mother and his gran were both lovely singers, and it's no wonder that charle picked up on it like he did. he sang before he could talk (this is something he'll bring up a lot, and though it sounds like an empty boast, it's actually true)
- he never learned much about his father. though charle's home life was a good one, there was always a hint of melancholy about his mother, like her thoughts were often elsewhere, and it would only get worse if charle asked about his dad. eventually, he stopped asking
- when he was old enough, charle began to train in archery at the archer's guild in gridania. he didn't exactly relish in fighting, but life in the twelveswood being what it is, he wished to be able to protect his little family and the bow pretty much came naturally. not as naturally as singing, but damn close.
- it was in the guild that he met a young elezen woman named sabine. charle was good with a song and good with a bow, but sabine surpassed him in every way. he fell in love almost instantly.
- he tried long and hard to court her, but she always seemed to turn her nose up at him. it was more playful than anything else, since they were essentially rivals within the guild, and eventually he won her over. the pair eventually married.
- a couple years into their marriage, sabine broke the news that she was expecting, and it would not be a lie to say charle had never been happier.
- and then dalamud fell, and bahamut visited his wrath upon eorzea. the twelveswood was hit especially hard, and in the chaos and the carnage, charle's mother, his wife, and his unborn child were all killed.
- he spiraled pretty hard after that, and bless his gran because she's the only reason he didn't just find a corner to lie down and die in, but it was pretty scary. there was a lot of alcohol, a lot of grief and anger. charle was a mess for a good few years
- one day while rifling aimlessly through sabine's belongings, he came across an odd little jewel. an old family heirloom of hers that, in his hands, imparted the knowledge of marrying archery with song to bolster one's companions. (it's a soulstone, eyyy.)
- there was something comforting about the little trinket, and that combined with his gran's often tough love eventually pulled him out of his stupor and he turned his life around.
- however rather than truly coming to terms with the horrible loss and grief he suffered, he pretty much swung the complete opposite direction. everything he does is surface level. he drinks and sings and sleeps around and doesn't let himself get too close to people
- he pulled up his roots in the twelveswood, bid his gran farewell, and with his wife's soulstone in his pocket, he roams around plying his trade as a bard (the singing sort, not the combat sort) for whoever will listen and toss him a few coins.
- he was always sort of a flirt and a show-off with a dramatic streak, but now that's basically cranked up to 11 at all times
- what are healthy coping mechanisms, he literally does not know them