( J'espère que ça ne vous dérange pas que je rejoigne la fête)
Amadeus Galantia Moggo IV
Ville de Thorne - Grand Marché
"Je vois que la vie militaire vous traite bien, Kupo. Tu sais Kupo, c'est jamais trop tard pour rentrer à la maison." On remarque un moogle vieillissant, ses sourcils blancs buissonnants qui cachent ses yeux presque comiquement, avec une longue barbe blanche qui recouvre la moitié inférieure de son visage. Le moogle vieillissant, malgré ses ailes draconiennes et sa pommade dénotant son âge, se tenait toujours droit avec de larges épaules (relativement) et un tonneau de noix de kupo sur son dos. Marcher le long de lui était un autre moogle, légèrement plus grand, et plaqué de la tête à l'orteil en cuir et en acier- casque dans l'escroc de son bras.
"Je serai bien Kupo." Moggo répondit avec légèreté alors qu'il marchait à côté de son père. La seule chose qu'il appréciait à propos des tournées annuelles de Thorne City était que sa famille est venue visiter- et vendre leurs marchandises- à cette période de l'année. Sa famille s'est bien débrouillée ces dernières années. Kupo Nuts a servi à être populaire parmi plus que juste Moogles - souvent être extrait et raffiné pour une utilisation dans les potions d'énergie et les suppléments de force- et l'entreprise familiale était devenue assez rentable au point que la famille de Moggo pourrait engager une aide supplémentaire pour aider dans les fermes. Moggo n'avait pas l'intention de rentrer chez lui.
Moggo était un spectacle intéressant pour la plupart des nouveaux arrivants dans la ville. Bien que beaucoup de gardes et de paladins de la ville connaissaient le moogle qui avait rejoint leurs rangs il y a quelques années, Moggo a néanmoins obtenu des regards de voyageurs et de visiteurs: un petit moogle vêtu d'armure lourde avec le sigil du cristal et un long mot qui l'a nain dans la taille- facilement plus long que le moogle était grand. Sur le dos de ce moogle blindé était un second baril- chargé de noix de kupo. Les deux moogles ont finalement fait leur chemin vers un étalage au centre du Grand Marché, peuplé entièrement de moogles. Déposer le baril devant la stalle, Moggo, étiré et roulé ses épaules, prenant dans l'atmosphère du marché.
C'était un endroit occupé et animé, en grande partie en raison de l'agitation du tournoi, qui avait apporté le marché déjà occupé à près du double de la quantité d'agitation et d'agitation qu'il avait habituellement. Tout autour de lui, des gens de races et d'ethnicité différentes ont harcelé leurs marchandises, des commerçants offrant aux voyageurs des bibelots et des produits de première nécessité pour leurs voyages, et des marchands lointains harcelant des marchandises exotiques aux denizens de la ville.
« Eh bien, merci d'avoir pris votre temps hors de votre emploi du temps pour aider votre vieux kupo, » son père a dit chaudement alors que l'aîné moogle embrassait son fils.
"Pas de problème du tout Kupo, c'est tout sur le chemin de toute façon." Moggo répondit alors qu'il faisait ses adieux à son père. Il a dit bonjour et au revoir au reste de sa famille qui était aussi sur le marché, échangeant le baril contre une grande poche de noix de kupo qu'il gardait maintenant à ses côtés. Le marché était à une courte distance de marche des quais des navires aériens, où Moggo a été envoyé pour trouver quelques Kimuran Noble au nom des Paladins de cristal.

Pour atteindre les quais du vaisseau aérien, il n'a pas été difficile pour Moggo de repérer la fête du Kimuran. Le grand dirigeable fut facilement reconnu parmi tous les autres marchands et embarcations militaires, orné de la crête d'une famille royale de Kimuran, et décoré d'une manière appropriée. Reconnaissant la crête comme celle de la famille Yasuharu, le petit moogle marcha vers le navire, où une petite cohorte d'individus débarquaient. Il attendait la fête au bout du quai, où le bois se transformait en pierre, et la route vers la ville était posée derrière lui. Il agita les Kimurans avec un bras à l'approche, l'autre bras griffant encore son casque.
"Greetings Kupo!" Moggo a accueilli la fête Kimuran avec un court plongeon de la tête avant de se serrer le cou pour regarder les grands humes. Bienvenue dans la ville de Thorne. Mon nom est Amadeus Galantia Moggo le Quatrième, bien que la plupart des gens m'appellent simplement Moggo."
"J'ai été envoyé au nom de la couronne pour être votre guide et de liaison pendant que vous êtes ici dans notre ville avec nous, Kupo!"
Name: Amadeus Galantia Moggo the Fourth. 'Moggo' for short.
Title: "Squire Moggo IV of Mog Town, Guardian of the Crystal Palace, Squire to the Steward of the Grand Crystal"
Race: Moogle
Job: Warrior
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Warrior of Light: No

Appearance Information
Physical Features:
Tall for a moogle, Moggo stands over his kin at an impressive 3 '4" in height (thats 3'10" feet with his ears!), with quaint cream colored fur. His body is narrow and sinewy, and his wings are a leathery black while his pom is a light green. His eyes are soft and brown in color, and have a sense of perceptiveness to them. Most notably, his ears are dark brown in color, instead of the cream white of the rest of his fur. While his body is relatively devoid scars, and are generally hidden by his fur, though the most notable one is a short, pink slash across his left cheek.
Clothing/Armor/Weapons:
Like most moogles, Moggo's everyday attire consists of a large, one piece type of baggy attire in white and green that goes down to past his knees, with a pair of breeches tucked into a pair of sturdy leather boots. The sleeves are tucked leather vambraces over the his hands as to not get in his way. Overtop of this, he wears a tough, sturdy leather apron that isn't uncommon on squires. A leather cap tops his head, with holes for his ears and pom.
In battle, Moggo joins the ranks of his other fellow warriors. Clad in steel plates on his arms and legs, plated boots and gloves, with a chainmail shirt underneath a tough leather brigandine, Moggo is surprisingly mobile for such an ungainly looking appearance. His head is protected by a visored sallet, with holes in the top for his pom and ears to poke through. His ears has soft leather strapped to its back for added protection. Additionally, the right pauldron of Moggo's armor has a worn pad of thick leather on top of it, which he uses to rest his sword on when unsheathed.
Like many would-be knights, Moggo is trained in a variety of martial weapons, though there are a few that he favors. Typically, he wields his favored greatsword- The Lohengrin, a massive blade of fine castleforged craftsmanship. A noble sword, its hilt is accented by blazing crimson vines that manifest in a fiery red rose in the center of the crossguard. This greatsword, by hume standards is no longer than a typical bastard sword- a three foot blade with an extra foot long hilt- but is comparatively massive when regarded with Moggo's diminutive stature. Despite his sword's bulk, Moggo still manages to swing it around with surprising ableness. Moggo's most prized possession, a gift from his commanding Paladin, this blade almost never leaves Moggo's side- or back, where it is typically sheathed in a fine cherry wood scabbard etched with similar vine designs around its mouth.
However, it is not unknown for Moggo to wield a shortspear or shortsword (in place of a typical polearm or single handedsword) in conjunction with a buckler (in place of a kiteshield), when his Lohengrin is impractical, and he is capable of riding Chocobo into battle when called upon.





Moggo's Chocobo is a mild mannered male named Kokobocho. Its a dark yellow chocobo with the tips of its wing and tailfeathers growing dark. Kokobocho is most notable by the sigil imprinted on the front of its beak, representing the Crystal Palace. As a mount, Kokobocho is fairly lightly armored, and is meant to be used as a mobile scout cavalry as opposed to a heavily armored charging destrier, and only features a breastplate, shinbraces, and a headguard. Due to Moggo's small size and weight, the saddle has plenty of space to fit sizable travel bags behind it, and Moggo will typically store items to unwieldy for him to carry on his chocobo.

Psychological Information
Personality Traits:
Loyal | Earnest | Selfless | Short-Sighted | Simple-Minded
Likes:
Getting scratched behind the ear | Acts of Valor | Kupo Nuts
Dislikes:
Having his Pom/Wings pulled | Acts of Cowardice | Jokes about height

Personal History
Hometown:
Mog Town | Thorne
Current Residence:
Thorne City | Thorne
Occupation:
A Squire in the service of the Holy Paladin Order
Backstory:
The third son and fifth child of eight, Moggo was born to a humble farming family in the outfields of Thorne, in a small village populated primarily by moogles- Mog Town. Amadeus Galantia Moggo the Fourth was never destined for greatness, said his family, he and the rest of his siblings were expected to help his parents run their farm. As a child, Moggo helped out his family on the Moggo farm, either cultivating Kupo Nuts or tending to the chocobos, though he often dreamed of doing more with his life- doing good in a way that was more than just helping around the farm or tending to birds.
Still, ever the good son, Moggo spent most of his childhood and adolescent years helping his family on their farm, and between schooling and farmwork was kept quite busy. Keeping him busy was his parents way of trying to discourage him from growing too ambitious or curious of the world beyond the farm, believing that he would strike off on his won to act on some foolhardy sense of justice, but they were not blind to his desires. As he grew older, his parents relented a bit, and allowed him to travel to Thorne City with his father when they went to sell their goods in the market.
One day in town, a group of Paladins in the marketplace noticed the small moogle family, and one commented on Moggo's impressive strength- being able to easily carry a heavy barrel of kupo nuts that a fully grown hume would be hard pressed to carry without aid- and said that Moggo would make a decent Knight with his strength. Though the compliment was merely a comment in passing, perhaps even a joke, Moggo took the words to heart and decided that he had found his true calling.
Much to the dismay of his father, Moggo immediately set off to find the Crystal Palace where he animatedly requested to join the service of its Knight Paladins. The Paladins found themselves bewildered with the appearance of the little moogle requesting to join their ranks, and equally bewildered by the adamancy in which he refused to be refused. Eventually, a kindly lower-ranked knight decided to take Moggo on as a squire, willing to humor the little moogle for a little while before the little thing would surely tire of his ideals and realize that military service was not for him.
Unfortunately for Sir Eran Quaid, the lowly knight that took Moggo under his wing, Moggo did not tire of his aspirations to join the Holy Paladin Order. In fact, Moggo possessed an amount of determination and energy uncommon to even the most dedicated of squires. With the work ethic and dedication of a full-time farmer, the little moogle surprised many with his determination and surprising amount of strength.
Now a squire for the past three years, Amadeus Galantia Moggo IV serves and accompanies Sir Eran Quaid as he quests in the service of the Holy Paladin Order. From delivering messages and letters, to caring and maintaining armor and weapons, and even fighting alongside Sir Eran against monsters, Moggo eagerly serves the Order with aspirations of joining its ranks as a full fledged Paladin himself. Currently, the pair are back in Thorne City, as Sir Eran participates in tourneys and Amadeus enjoys the week long festival.
Other:
Needless to say, Sir Eran will likely perish with the attack, leaving Moggo free to join the rest of the party on whatever it is they decide to do.
Moggo is abnormally strong. Attributed to years of working on a farm, Moggo posses an amount of strength that is bewildering comparative to his size.