“If a dragon will dive from the heavens and pluck an innocent child from the jaws of certain death, then shall I fail to follow her good example? I think not.”

LEGAL NAME: Evrard Francel Claude Briardionne
NICKNAME[S]: Ev, Father Ev, “Evrard the Merciful”
DATE OF BIRTH: 13th sun of the 1st Astral Moon (January 13) (Age 29)
GENDER | SPECIES: Male | Elezen (Duskwight)
PRONOUNS: He/Him
PLACE OF BIRTH: Ishgard

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Splits his time between Vidofnir’s Wings, a moderately sized free company estate in the Goblet, and Camp Broken Glass in Garlemald
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Common

RELIGION: Devotee of Halone
CLASS: Thaumaturge/red mage
OCCUPATION: Priest of Halone; currently an adventurer
FINANCIAL SITUATION: Poor
ALIGNMENT: Lawful Good
CRIMINAL RECORD: N/A
DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Yes | No | No
LIKE[S]: Quiet, books, music, warm weather, flowers, birds, Halone, serving his congregation, thaumaturgy, making people happy, medicine, tea, freshly fallen snow
DISLIKE[S]: Inquisitors, cruelty, nobles, scalekin, hot weather, humidity, bad food, excessively gaudy clothing, bureaucracy, anything that makes a mess
HOBBIES: Reading, playing the zither (badly), taking long walks, practicing his magic
FEAR[S]: Failure, disappointing his congregation, battle, spiders

PERSONALITY TRAITS: Kind, caring, cautious, self-sacrificing, fretful, protective, hot-tempered, polite, humble, uptight, fastidious

{ P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N }

HAIR COLOUR/TYPE: White, straight, kept roughly chin-length
EYE COLOUR: Red
HEIGHT: 6’7”
WEIGHT: Average
BUILD: Lean and slender, but with the beginnings of wiry muscle
SKIN: Dark bluish-gray
SCARS: Small scar on left wrist
TATTOOS: Symbol of Halone in black ink, underside of left wrist
DISTINGUISHING MARKS
–Has a very strong and cultured Ishgardian accent, but curiously drops to a much cruder register when angry; though he almost never actually swears, he has a way with tone that gives the same impression.

–Freckles. Just…so many freckles, visible even on his dark gray skin.

–Though he dresses reasonably well, it’s clear that the vast majority of his wardrobe is second- or even third-hand, and wants a tailor to fit it better to his frame.

COMMON ACCESSORIES
–Rarely seen without a sword or staff at hand, even at home

–Always wears a hat, often Ishgardian-style (though mercifully, typically free of feathers)

–Carries a Halonic rosary, lovingly but plainly carved from the native granite of Coerthas, with a symbol of the Fury danging from it. Notably, the symbol is also granite.

FIGHTING STYLE

aggressive | cautious | hard-and-fast | tactical | defensive | protective | all out | wait-and-see | charge in headlong | reckless | self-sacrificing | party-oriented | loner |

DIFFICULTIES: Predominantly trained as a spellcaster, he often hesitates to deliver strong melee attacks. Dislikes actually killing his opponents. Easily distracted or moved to mercy by a good sob story.

{ F A M I L Y I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]: N/A
PARENT[S]: Linois Francelloix (mother, deceased), Haboraux Briardionne (father, deceased)
CHILDREN: N/A
PETS[S]: Grynalet, chocobo

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Bisexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single (?); rumors of him being involved with Alanais Vesper and Gantsetseg Bayaqud
FRIENDS: Alanais Vesper, Ironworks engineer; Haruka and Harumi Nagae, Hingan merchant sisters; Enkhtuya Qestir, merchant; many members of the Eorzean Alliance
ENEMIES: The Garlean Empire in general; most if not all Inquisitors; all those who would trample over the bones of the poor

{ P E R S O N A L }

HISTORY: Evrard Briardionne is a son of Ishgard, his parents’ only child. His family originally hailed from Gridania, but—given their obvious Duskwight heritage—deemed it prudent to move northward and trade the hatred of trees for the scorn of dragons. The Briardionnes and their friends established themselves, starting a business of providing good stone and sculpture to the wealthy folk of Ishgard; by the time Evrard came along several generations later, they owned several shops and it was hoped that he would eventually inherit. Though he showed a decent enough head for business, it was far outstripped by his studiousness and devotion to the Fury; when their local priest brought up the notion of sending him to the Scholasticate, they agreed readily.

Evrard was a good student. Dreadful at music, with a temper and a strong sense of justice that saw him frequently racking up demerits for brawling, but his other marks were high enough—especially in thaumaturgy and theology—that it was thought he’d make an inquisitor. After illness swept the lower portions of the city, carrying his parents away with it, he graduated and made his decision.

He would be a simple priest. The Holy See sent him to work in the Brume, among the poorest of the poor, taking over the church of Our Lady’s Mercy. It was far from a prestigious position, but he took to it as though he’d been born to it. His flock was his, and he would protect them from the hellsborne Dravanians—and from the bitter cold, which would kill far more readily. Regardless of the Holy See’s dictates or bureaucracy, he would not fail in his duty to feed his peoples’ bodies before their souls, to protect them even from the very agents of the church he served.

And then the Dragonsong War ended, sending the very foundations of his faith crashing down with it. As Ishgard reeled to find new footing, he reeled with it; as the city shifted and his people began to rise from the noble boots pressed to their necks, he rose with them. Vidofnir’s rescue of an innocent member of his congregation sealed his decision. He would leave the city, taking up the mantle of an adventurer, and actively follow in her good example instead of waiting for change to come to him. It took little time for him to decide upon the path of starting his own free company, gathering merchants and fellow sellswords to his cause with his lover’s help. The name, too, was easy to decide: a dragon’s wings had been the embodiment of mercy, and so he would name it after her.

Currently, after a multi-year stint as a healer with the Ilsabard Contingent in Garlemald, he can be found either in Ala Mhigo or in Ul’dah, coordinating donations and job placements for the needy. Vidofnir’s Wings stand open to enfold all those who seek shelter.

YOU MIGHT KNOW HIM IF…

–you live or work in Ishgard’s Brume

–you’re a fellow priest or a current or former student of St. Endalim’s Scholasticate

–you’re an adventurer, especially if stationed in Thanalan or Vylbrand; you’ve likely seen his advertisements for his free company

–you’re a particularly rude or officious noble or Temple Knight, in which case he’s likely glared manners into you with some good old-fashioned Halonic Guilt

–you have the occasional drink in the Forgotten Knight

–you’re a student of red magic

–you deal in stone or masonry in Coerthas; the Briardionnes are known for the stonecutters’ and sculptors’ shops they run

–you sell secondhand or cheap goods

–you were involved in the liberation or rebuilding of Ala Mhigo, or the ongoing humanitarian efforts in Garlemald

RP HOOKS:

• “Um. Yes, Father Evrard. My apologies; it’ll never happen again.” - Evrard does not suffer cruelty or arrogance, and after his years at the Scholasticate he doesn’t need to draw his sword to make bullies thoroughly regret their actions. Perhaps you’re someone he’s put the fear of Halone into…or someone he’s rescued.

• “Help! Someone, anyone, help!” / “I’m a bit down on my luck, y’ see…” - Imperials? Monsters? Bandits? Or maybe just a warm meal and a clean place to sleep for the night? Ev helps.

• “Father Evrard, what a delight to see you this far south! I see you’ve expanded your charitable endeavours.” - Whether the congratulation is meant sincerely or not, Evrard is well known for working in one of the poorest parishes in the Brume, and so half of Ishgard has a good chance to have heard of him.