He Who is Golden

Altandai Malqir

A tall figure and scowl that could scare off even voidsent, Altandai is a man of very few words but with an amiable personality. Though he has some difficulty expressing himself and opening up to others, he's keen to help where he can and truely does have a heart of gold.

Information

CisMale –Au'ra: Xaela – 24

  • [Nameday] 7th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon

  • [Orientation] Demisexual, Polyromantic

  • [Relationship Status] In a Polyamorous relationship, open to relationships

  • [Likes] Magitek, ancient technology, learning, the heat, meaty foods, picked yellow radish, new technologies, Hingan architecture and themed things

  • [Dislikes] Being alone, cold areas, arguments, incompetent authority, liars, unnecessary conflict, the fact he has a hard time tasting things

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The Golden Son

Under the blazing sun of the Azem Steppe, Altandai was born to the Malqir tribe of who raised great tacticians. From his mother he inherited a calm and level-headed demeanor, from his father he inherited an unusual strength and height. The youngest of two, he was closest with his older sister, Narantuya, and would follow her around like a shadow acting as the brawn to her brains in many cases. Despite his reserved nature, Altandai grew to be a strong and capable warrior, the kind any father would be proud of.As he came of age, Altandai had grown more independent and resolved. Thus it came as little surprise when faced with the looming threat of assault from the Adarkim, an opposing tribe of the Steppe, he chose to stay and fight rather than abandon their home. Many of the Malqir youth left in hopes they could return when tensions resolved, leaving the tribe few in numbers. When the Adarkim marched, what remained of the Malqir fell including Altandai's father, who he witnessed be cut down before his very eyes. With rage and grief in his heart, he fought until his arms gave out and his legs couldn't bear his own weight. Surrounded by the bodies of those he had felled and the battle ended in loss, Altandai and what remained of his tribe were captured and forcefully conscripted into the winning tribe.Altandai's pride afforded him no love for his captors and he resolved himself to only fight for them and little else. Doing so, brought the ire of no few dedicated Adarkim who would torment him when no fighting was to be had. Sleepless where those long nights filled with pain and by the end of it he'd be left to lick his wounds in solitude, or pray they had simply killed him then and there. Again and again this cycle continued until he could take no more and, with nothing left for him in his home, he abandoned the Steppe as he should have done many moons prior.Having known a nomadic life most of his years, Altandai took to traveling quite well. Far did he wander from the ports of Kugane, across the southern seas and into the borders of Eorzea. He had encountered no small number of mechanical wonders, of which he found fascinating, and quickly grew a budding interest in. In Ul’dah, he found work as an airship mechanic and, as a hobby, collected unneeded ship parts and scraps from salvaged Garlean war machines to build new technologies. Eventually, he relocated to Ishguard where his skills were employed at the Skysteel Manufactory working on weaponry and metalwork of all kinds. He now works closely with Garlond Ironworks, seeking to find ways to blend different technologies throughout the ages together. His particular field is figuring out how to blend aetheric magiks with ceruleum based machinery.Though he loves his work, Altandai finds himself with a desire to expand his knowledge further, with no little prompting to leave the scathing looks of Ishguardian locals behind. He only hopes his application to The Studium in Sharlyan is accepted.