Jancre Dronant

Jancre

Jancre Dronant is a Duskwight Elezen, 26 years old. His notable features are his long ears (even for an Elezen, his ears are over average length), his near-constant scowl, the scar on his face, and his prosthetic right eye.He was previously entirely blind in his right eye, owing to an incident in his childhood involving a knife fight and a complete lack of proper wound care. A black and red robotic prosthetic eye has replaced it, returning his full vision to him. He still has the scar from the old wound, however.He tries to spend as much of his free time as possible with his husband, Soro'zi, or his chocobo, Plufon. He trained Plufon (and Soro'zi's chocobo, Suiz) himself; he will openly confess that he loves chocobos, and though he's had very little formal training in their care, he has a natural affinity for the horsebirds. He tends to treat them more like household pets than he probably should, though, often sneaking them treats and letting them barge past him as they please.

Void Mage & Alchemist

As a thaumaturge, Jancre is well-versed in matters relating to the void. He's used this knowledge to further his own studies into both the thirteenth shard and general aetherology, which he specialises in. He is capable of casting most black magic spells with ease, though he has exchanged his staff for a scythe to bolster his close-range combat skills.Those with abilities or devices that enable them to visualise aether would most likely note that Jancre's leans towards the umbral slightly, influenced by an outside source.He may or may not have been involved with a string of deaths of little-known or otherwise easily-overlooked mages in recent years. At the very least, nobody's openly accused him yet, and he would deny all knowledge if asked.Alchemy is, currently, his sole source of income. He's talented for such a young Elezen, but he has a long way to go before he masters his craft. He's on good terms with the Alchemists' Guild in Ul'dah, and often fills requests for them.

Walker

The blessing of the Echo is not something Jancre is particularly thankful for. In his case, he gets only vague glimpses of another's mind- typically at the most inopportune time for him- and more often than not ends up knocked off his feet by the stabbing pain of the headache it gives him.He's gone so far as to drink heavily in the past to dull the effects of the 'gift', though in recent times he's sworn off alcohol entirely. Usually, this doesn't come up in conversation, but at social gatherings he won't say more than that he "doesn't drink".