Cid nan Garlond

Class/Classes:

Machinist : A long ranged fighter that uses a gun and a turret built from various parts. It can have a disasterous affect if allowed to be used at full force while the turrets can also emit special waves that can regain vitality or magical energy. this is done by relaxing the mind through waves of aether  or relaxing the muscle through waves of light.

Armorer - a skill that allows him to work with metal to create armor for various uses
Blacksmith - a skill that allows him to work with metal to create weapons
Carpenter  - a skill that allows him to work with wood to create differnet items
Alchemist - a skill that allows him to work with random items to create different items.

Cid is a good natured man, he is the type of man how doesn't mind helping out those in need. He uses his knowledge in machinery and magitek to improve the lives of those around him. He is kind and slightly rough around the edges, doesn't mind being blunt with the person who he is conversing if it is needed. He takes care of his men and his allies making sure that they don't hurt themselves in whatever plan they hatch up. He is polite enough to know when to keep his mouth shut.

Aside from that Cid is a fast and fluent thinker, he has the knack to analyze an
y situation and work around the hurdles on in some cases ram into them. He is an expert on machinery and when he finds a piece of ancient machinery or magitek he could be tinkering with it for hours if left to his own devices. Not only that he has the need to see if he can improve whatever he is working on to better use the person or the organization using his machines. He hates it when machines, especially ones that he had a hand designing and constructing be used for senseless destruction.

Apart from machines Cid doesn't have much of a head for other things. He wouldn't question the small things. He just roll with them in hopes that the job would get done faster. He enjoys a good debate with someone who can keep up with his talk on machinery. It takes a lot to get him truly angry but when he does get angry he doesn't pull back any punches. For his friends he would continue to think and come up with new ways to help them in anyway he can.

Cid nan Garlond was born into a high ranking family in the Garlean Empire. His father was a brilliant engineer, the man was known for making advances to Garlean technology. However once his father was obsessed in Project Meteor he began to distance himself away from his father. When he was in his teens he got closer to his friends father, Gauis van Baelsar and the man raised him until he was an adult.

When Cid found out that his own designs were being used to destroy and conquer other lands he blamed himself for not stopping his father and for not being able to do much about Project Meteor. He fled his homeland, taking only his two work hands and making his way to Eorzea. He began designing and making way to protect the people from Eorzea from the Garlean Empire. Even going as far as to defy the man who treated him like a son.

IT was then that he met the first adventurers that were labeled as warriors of light. They helped him along the way trying to stop Project Meteor and Cid himself flew them to the last battle to stop the man responsible for casting meteor. And while the adventurers did stop the man it was too late, Dalamud, the red moon that was once part of Eorzea continue to fall. That day Cid was one of the witnesses to the end of the war between the allied forces of Eorzea and the Garlean Empire. It was then that the Elder Primal Bahamut awoke and started to destroy the land. Cid couldn't remember much after that.

The Guilt from that day was so heavy on him that he forced himself to forget everything about himself. He just lived his days as a mere beggar in a church. He was now known as Marques and he spent his days fixing whatever needed to be fixed, however he had no idea how he had all that skilled. One day he met up with a man who needed his help He began to follow that man and along the way he recovered his airship. It was then that he recovered his memories and his love for machines only grew.

Cid helped adventurer in their plan to take down the Empire and keep it at bay. He made sure that they would come back safe and sound. Once the Allied forces of Eorzea succeeded in their endeavor he began to help out others in different ways solving the mysteries of the ancient Allag. When his friends were accused to treason he was there to make sure that they made it safely to Ishgard. He spents most of his time in his shop in Ishgard, designing armor and ships to help his friend and make a living.

Cid took careful steps as he continued to look around the place. He wasn't sure where he was. He wasn't in any place that he could remember, in fact there were a couple of gaps in his memory. He hated the gaps, he had been through this once and once again he couldn't remember the important stuff, the one that beg the question was where was he and how did he get there. He couldn't remember the how but now that he was there it as obvious that this world greatly differed from Eorzea. It didn't feel the same and it was starting to annoy him.

CId rubbed the back of his head, trying to make sense of what happened. The fact that he was in a town that he didnt know made it all the stranger. In fact he was starting to miss Biggs and Wedge, their cheery mood would have made the situation much lighter than it was. Cid continued to look around the town that he was in. He could deduce that trade was a common occurrence there. Which would work to his advantage if he were to find his way home.

"At least work isn't scarced here. Where ever I am not I will have to work for a place to stay most likely." Cid let out a tired sigh. "At I have all my tools with me, so work isnt an issue."

Cid began to make way and interact with the townfolk, they were helpful and kind, they were able to tell him where he was, he was in the city of Provo. At least he could and would stay there and gather more information as to why he was there. He had to rely on his wits to make sure he could get back to the others. He had a sinking hole in his stomach that something was going to happen and soon. He needed to find Biggs and Wedge and make sure that they were alright.

"MIght as well make way for a temporary workshop." With that he continued his way into town. carrying his tools with him.

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