Bio Information
| Name: Clifford |
| Nickname: Cliff |
| Alias: Lloyd |
| Pronouns: He/Him |
| Race: Hyur (Midlander)/Elezen (Duskwight) |
| Height: 180cm |
| Hair Color: Light Pink, sometimes bright cyan, sometimes blonde. Real hair color unknown. |
| Eye Color: Left eye is black, right eye is white. Rim of eyes glow a bright cyan due to technological enhancements. |
| Main Combat Jobs: Gunbreaker, Pictomancer, Red Mage, Sage |
| Current residency: Solution Nine |
| Employment: Artisan and crafter, occasional hunter |
| Other Information: Rides a motorcycle |
Current Day Backstory
A total dork who lost his memories at one point, trying to survive the ordeal of existing most days. He's not usually ever seen without an eyepatch and his visor on, which helps with his vision problems, as well as enhancing his sight beyond regular capabilities.He was first found in the aftermath of a battlefield, covered in blood and surrounded by bodies. An unnatural light appeared to leak from his very body, lending to a gruesome sight as the young man was observed trying to claw his own eyes out, and covered in deep scratch marks of his own making. Promptly, he was taken in for immediate medical attention, where he, fortunately, calmed down from his concerning state, but not without another issue arising - his lack of memories of who he was, or where he was from.All he could recall, for some reason or another, not wearing an eye patch on at least one of his eyes puts him on extreme edge, like something bad might happen if he leaves both eyes uncovered for long periods of time. Something about some power he doesn't want to reawaken, but he doesn't know much past that.He finds combat scary and seeks to avoid it as much as possible, but eerily, he fights like a different person entirely when push comes to shove about it. He considers himself more of a craftsman at heart, and is a rather accomplished culinarian and alchemist. A rather shy and awkward fellow, and timid to a fault.
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About Lloyd...
"Heart of Light, Heart of Corundum."
A Sharlayan mage highly specialized in shielding techniques, to the level of being criticized for recklessness. A man who pushes the boundaries of ones own aether reserves, and tests just how far his body can handle strain and pain - a guy who's long since forgotten that the average individual isn't constantly hurting.Even at a young age, he'd taken to shielding himself. Born half Elezen, half Hyur, did get quite a few side glances his way. His family did little to help him through his alienation, neither of his parents fully understanding the challenges of never truly being socially accepted. At best, he felt tolerated by others. It got to a point where, if anyone asked him, he would just say he was a Hyur, and dismissed any further questions about his heritage. He was also a quiet, timid child who found it difficult to make friends, and hated causing trouble for others, so he kept his pain hidden to himself.When he was old enough, he eventually ditched his academic studies to become an adventurer; he was far more invested in what practical lessons he could learn from the world. And face it, he wasn't going to learn much about his area of interest inside a library or classroom: shield and barrier magic, specifically. In a move that would seem uncharacteristic for an awkward youth like him, he went out into the world.That's Lloyd, but nowadays, he goes by another name - Clifford, or Cliff for short. In one such self-experiment, he erected a barricade so impenetrable, it resulted in memory loss. Not amnesia, as he is wont to claim, but sizeable gaps and holes in his mind. Finally, after having pushed himself to the point of no return, did he realize just how far gone he was.From his own observations, people don't take kindly to forgetting things; things like names, faces, birthdays, preferences, little things, big things... deciding it would be better to cast aside the person he used to be, and used the accident as an opportunity to recuperate from the harrowing experience he wrought upon himself.He'd always kept others at a strange arms length, but now, more than ever, it felt like there was a greater barrier dividing him and others. Someone who appeared so open and vulnerable, yet so aloof and distant...As far as he's concerned, he just needs to keep his act together when the world's in danger. Outside of that, does anything else matter? Does he matter? Not really. Not really at all.He's a shield, not a person any longer. That's what he tells himself. His own magicked barriers, at points, being the only thing keeping his organs and blood inside during brutal battles. Just a shield.