Born in southern Ilsabard but often spotted just about anywhere, Syrac is a tech savant, freedom fighter, and surly bastard with more than a passing interest in making things that fly high or go boom. He's at home with a spanner in his palm or a gunblade's trigger at his fingertip.
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Have airship, will travel... Syrac flies a (mostly) functional personal airship all over the three continents (well, maybe not so much around a certain part of Ilsabard) and can turn up just about anywhere. Maintaining an airship takes a lot of work, so he may often dock for repairs and supplies and can reasonably be found at airship landings, marketplaces, and junkyards searching for serviceable scrap.Down with the Empire... In his youth Syrac fought in an Al Bhed resistance cell against the Garlean Empire that collaborated with various larger resistance movements through Ilsabard. In his adult years he was forced into service in the XIVth Legion and only won his freedom by defecting during Operation Archon. After what he's seen and been forced to do, he's always willing to take a shot at Garlemald... or what's left of it.Seeking employment... Syrac works for various interests in Ul'dah, such as the East Aldenard Trading Company and the Amajina & Sons Mineral Concern. Yeah, those railroads? He laid those. He might be able to weasel out into any binding exclusivity clauses if an opportunity seems lucrative enough or an employer can be hush-hush about it. He'll take gil, ventures, parts, or booze for pay, dealer's choice. What work can he do? The better question is what do you need done?It's only his outside... He's got quite a few tattoos on his arms and upper body, mainly depicting Al Bhed script and iconography of Ilsabardian and Gougan significance. On the off-chance someone can discern Al Bhed script, they'd know these are names.
Facts and Wisdom
Never removes the goggles.
Claims he's never cried.
Has redesigned a Magitek Predator to operate using minimal magitechnology, can't explain how he did it.
Accomplished fisherman, his name alone strikes fear into the hearts of marine life.
"Any female Al Bhed born away from southern Ilsabard cannot cook. All they know is throw grenade, overcharge aether cluster, dance around in subligar, be Bozjansexual, eat baklava, and die."
Will drink rocket fuel in a pinch when alcohol reserves are low.
Can, would, and is actively trying to eat a Namazu.
Built a beverage cooler in a day just to impress his girlfriend. Forgot to show her for a week.
Played blitzball as a defenseman because he's built like a marid.
Subligar enthusiast
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