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Though the hefty creature's clothing was perhaps a bit off, maybe even a bit erratic, and his skin color wasn't quite right, Alviro made the best of his life. Born in the deepest stretches of the deserts of Ivalice, where no outside soul found themselves, Alviro was one of the many citizens of the hidden, thriving City of Oasis. It was in the dead center of the desert, where the sun was at it's very hottest and brightest. It was here where only bangaa could survive, and here where their vibrant, orange skin was doused and burned so many times over the generations that it became a permanant ruby red.
While the city was hot and the climate was harsh, the bangaa lived their lives in peace, free from the wars that broke around their desert paradise. It was here, Alviro was born, and it was here Alviro left.
He was a curious boy! (He still is.) However, there was a bit of a problem with this. Among bangaa, the boy was a mountain! Villagers often joked about how when his mother carried him, he was the size of her! Through his days Alviro was indeed curious, but his size got the better of him in most situations, seeing how clumsy he was. He would break and bash and topple and crush things constantly, (accidentally of course!) and though he was massive, the villagers scolded and reprimanded him. There was no fear of Alviro, who was nicknamed quite ironically "Little Alvy" for his very small and apologetic demeanor.
As clumsy as he was and as timid as he was, Alviro was a sort of hero in the City of Oasis. There was never a toy stuck on a roof too tall, nor a load too heavy to lift or a lake too deep to dive for "Little Alvy," and he was always happy to help a friend in need.
It wasn't long, though, before Alviro cast his golden eyes out into the desert, the "Wasteland," and wondered past the confines of the beautiful, but limited town. He was a big one, and he was destined for big things and he knew it.
Though the elders of the City warned him, the citizens cheered him on and wished their hero the best of luck in his journey. His pack at his shoulders and his canteen at his hip, Alviro smiled sadly down at his mother as he stood at the edge of the city walls, the gate that no bangaa had ever opened in hundreds of years.
"For you," She said, lifting her hands to his cheeks and kissing his nose and hugging his head to her. As her hands left, Alviro noticed a pair of red lenses, goggles, sitting atop his head. Confused, he questioned his mother, who merely smiled at him and let tears roll down her cheeks.
"When you come home, your eyes better be as bright and curious and beautiful as they are now. Keep them on when you are in trouble, and your mami will be there with you, protecting her Little Alvy."
Alviro stepped past the gates and into the desert, one look back to his father and mother and all the villagers around them, then another look forward, the red lenses already protecting him from the sun and the sand. He would come back one day, if it took him his whole life, and show his mami that he would never change.
(More to Come.)
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STATS.
Alviro Ransem
Unknown Age, Young.
Eleven and a half feet tall!
Very strong; very durable.
Very fast too, if he can keep himself from tripping...
His skin is red! Isn't that weird?
Boys? Girls? Well there's a difference but not really...
Oh yeah he's a bangaa. Look it up!
He loves those little red things called strawberries and loves cherries even more.
He loves warmth! His body is always warm.
He HATES cold! Except cold water.
Not a fan of heights.
Clumsy! Friendly and charming though!
...Yeah!
Here's a picture!
