|Birthday: || 3rd Umbral Moon, 24th Sun
|Origin: || Gridinia(?) |
|Blood Type: || AB |
|Race: || Wildwood(?)
|Hair color: || White |
|Eyes: || Yellow(?) |
|Tarot Card: || The Tower |
|Major and Minor God: || Halone, Oschon |
|Grand Company: || Twin Adder |
|Occupations/ Professions: || Hiking, Music Playing,
|Favorite Food/ Drink: ||Salt Cod and Ishgardian Tea.
|Minion and Mount of Choice: || Wind Up Elvaan, His Chocobo Anne|
|Likes: || Napping, the Gold Saucer, goofing off, Fishing |
|Dislikes/ Weaknesses: || Stuck up people, liars, people who prod too much, hero types
Mild Mannered and polite Rene actually washed up bruised one day in Gridania after the Calamity and was healed by the conjurer's guild. As thanks, he worked his ranks when the free company became a thing, but whatever he was doing beforehand is still unknown to everyone. He works dillegently by day, but when night hits he becomes an entirely different man, letting his sarcasm loose and frequenting the gold saucer where he gambles to his heart's content.
In actuality, he hails from Ishgard, and his story is a bit of a mess between commonfolk attempting to rise to higher status, disowned families,a bit of heresy, and a total disaster that he chooses to ignore.If he says anything mildly concerning, ignore it.
A Message from Rene:
Come on, come on
Nice to meet you~
Please take it easy…
After a busy day at work, I usually empty out my shoes of any sticks that end up inside while I'm on patrol!
He wears contacts to match his family's eye colors.
One time he was struck by lightning and lived!
There's sort of a running gag between him and the man who looks somewhat familiar to him. He claims no relationships.
the absolute energies of a silly madman are contained and held at bay by
I’m a little mouse who dreams of cheese.
my resurrection is at hand.
Well, that's not worrying at all...