Long delayed, but here's my entry for the game.Name:
Ronso, of courseAppearance:Eye Color:
Deep GreenHair Color:
Pale BrownHair Style:
Long PonytailCanon or Original:
MachinistWeapon of Choice:
Thief Sword(Swallow)Weapon name:
While rather quiet, his gaze and expression are warm and calm, making him very approachable. He is not fond of long talks but he will chat when in a good mood, which is when his beloved machines are working well. Just don't bother him while he's working, and he won't growl at you.Ons/Offs: You mean like this?Background/History:
The son of a Ronso farmer, Delegran was destined for an uncommon life from the very beginning. Living in the outskirts of Kilika village, he learned early the value of hard, honest work.At the age of 10, he caught sight of a cargo airship. H was fascinated with the thing, so much, that he disobeyed his father to go look at it as it landed just outside Kilika. He wanted to know everything about it. How it flied, how did it move across the heavens, how namy people it took to run it.
At age 12, he hired himself as a deckhand on one such airship, eventually leaving when the ship came to the mainland, at Bevelle. There, with what little money he had scraped together, he paid for an apprenticeship with one of the local engineers, absorbing all machina knowledge like a sponge. At age 15, In one excursion to find ancient machina, he stumbled upon what would be the find of a lifetime. The vehicle was definitely land-based, but it was huge. As he began the slow process of rebuilding it, Delegran came to call it, 'Zareikhata', loosely translated from Ronsospeak, as 'Road-Train'.
Many other enginners were doubtful the monstruous thing would ever move, that it would take massive amounts of energy just to get it rolling. As such most discounted the mega-vehicle as a curiosity, rather than anything useful. But Delegran would not be discouraged. He worked for nearly three years to get the hulking vehicle standing on its own wheels, all twenty of them.
But once again, fortune would smile on the young Ronso. While exploring the cave where the Road Train rested, he found a small, but well-hidden chamber, that had been furbished as living quarters, as well as a small lab. There he found full blueprints for the Train, as well as for multi-use cars. Among these things he also found a small coffer, which opened easily enough, revealing a rarity of rarities in Spira: a large Magicite crystal. After much study of the blueprints, he managed to reactivate the train's power supply, by using the crystal. After centuries of slumber, the Road Train was online.
Delegran dived into driving the massive vehicle right away, quickly securing transport contracts with villages that were familiar with machina. Soon, he was able to commission several additional cargo cars, which multiplied his revenue. But the Zareikhata was a hungry beast, requiring hundreds of gallons of pure water to run properly, as well as much in the way of maintenance. This pushed Del into even more risky venues, such as the ferrying of heavy or dangerous cargo. And in the case of his latest contract, a very much wanted person.
Zeluna, was her name. A sorceress, she said she was. Her lot was an unenviable one: she was being hunted down by New Yevon elements, which wanted her dead for some reason she refused to explain. The coin was good: Seven thousand gil now, 19 thousand one they got to New Zanarkand. There, she said, the New Yevon could not touch her. Sounded easy enough, since the New Yevon people had nothing fast enough to catch Zareikhata. Or so Delegran thought.
The Al Bhed mercenaries, hired by New Yevon, attacked right in the middle of the Mi'Hen Highroad. Such blatancy meant they had been very well paid. it also meant they would likely not give up. Delegran had started the journey with three cars behind Zareikhata. By the time they were nearing the end of the road, they were down to the engine alone, and most of his crew had fallen, except for his mechanic: a plucky slip of a boy, Pripelleni was his name. Kept those Al Bhed vultures out of the engine by virtue of rifle and pistol.
That is, until they hit that strange light in the middle of the road. When they woke, they found themselves in a sea of sand, and terrible heat. Opening up all water reserves, the Zareikhata limped its way about, until a fort was sighted. The locals were very wary of them, thinking them spies, but the strange machina was alien looking enough that it was not considered an enemy. After a few tense days, they were allowed to continue on to Darkhome. That was two years ago. Delegran has now established himself as a businessman once again.