Constanze Amalie

Imperceptible Greyscale

Disaster strikes with fang and claw


Growing up in Ishgard is rough. During the Dragonsong War as well? rough. Even more so without a family. Having his folks plucked away before his eyes by a few razor-toothed wyverns made him literally go blind with grief. Luckily backup arrived, but it was too little too late. But it wasn't The heavensward that found him. A caravan of "humanitarians" from Doma happened to pass by his ruined settlement. Relishing the chance for free labor, he was plucked from his home, or rather what was left of it.At the ripe age of 10 he was already working to keep his place between all the work they did. Ever since he'd been picked up, hardly a word came out of him, and when did it was often as a reply along the lines of "yes" or "sure".But a liability wouldn't be fed, and being blind was quite the liability. so he was treated by the the company's quack conjurer. With his unrefined treatment he was left with little hardly any thing changed, save for the blurriness now present. On a good day he'd see somewhat well in monochrome, otherwise everything looked like one fuzzy grey amalgamation.He'd learn very quickly that they were more akin to a "protection service" that took advantage of the weakened state of the Doman military to charge exuberant prices for their ministration from Garleans. Things don't end well for those who don't pay, and for all he knew if his village wasn't attacked first, they may have ransacked his home.

A second life


The caravan was filled with all sorts of seedy runaways, from dragoon deserters, to Swordsmen who'd lost their lords. He was constantly having a weapon shoved into his hand, one day a spear, the next an axe, he'd even be made to try and learn a watered down version of the thaumaturge magics. In the end, he seemed to have an affinity for weightier weapons like the Gunblade and Greataxe.
His early life was filled with conflict and strive with people he didn't even have a grudge against, but he bit his tongue, convincing himself that they'd face a fate even worse had they been controlled by Garleans.
Called to carry luggage for a night run, he had no choice but to accept, only this was slightly different. They walked in a direction different than that of their usual target villages, and came to realize it was a rendezvous once a man wearing a Garlean uniform.Perhaps it was childish naivety that they were doing more of a service than harm, but when he saw one of their members exchange a sack he'd filled with gil himself before departure, he didn't know what to trust. All he knew is that he wanted to get away from these people as fast as possible, though that was easier said than done as a child, so he bid his time...

13 years later


Now a full grown adult with the strength that came with it, he was an established member of the troupe and reaped the benefits. Gil, women, food, if he wanted it he could have it, but every time it was thrust before him he turned away, jokingly calling him an eunuch behind his back. But what he desired was much sweeter than than finest ale, or the honeyed words of a spoil from their conquests.In the dead of night without warning A fire sprung in their storehouse. Using the sleazy techniques he'd grown to hate over the years, he snuck back into what was dubbed "Treasure room" on the opposite side of the commotion. Piling whatever looked valuable into a leather sack, he took off into the night.He didn't have the time to plan out where he was going next, so he took the next ship that was ready to sail, and soon he ended up on the shores of Eorzea.

The now


Having arrived with basically nothing, he had to rely on his expertise in dispatching. Be it a mouthy Ul'dahn noble or a Coeurl that strayed too far from its pack, if it paid, he'd take it.

A little more about him

As of Shadowbringers, Constanze is currently in his mid 20's. He's somewhat of a blockhead, you'll have to forgive him,He isn't the talkative type, a man of very few words if you will, but will listen if someone speaks to him.He has had a pet rat for a few years, said rat may or may not be a descendant of the original rat, but he appreciates its companion ship all the same and considers it a friend.Constanze is available for whatever sounds fun, try anything.If you have any other questions contact me at: Constanze#5444