About The Manglers
Born from the humblest of origins, this band of eight diverse individuals would rise from the bustling streets of Limsa Lominsa to become a global sensation, leaving an indelible mark on the world of music and capturing the hearts of countless fans.
Garrison Mangler
At the heart of the legend stands Garrison Mangler, founder, leader, and self-proclaimed maestro of The Manglers. Once a wandering bard from the distant realm of Brittania, Garrison came to Eorzea armed with nothing but a saxophone and an unshakable faith in the power of song.
His voice — smooth and commanding — could silence a tavern or rouse a crowd to tears. Yet it was his iron will that truly defined him. The other members spoke of him in hushed tones, their admiration mingled with unease. Garrison demanded perfection, and he got it — though his relentless drive often left his companions torn between reverence and fear.
To him, The Manglers were not just a band, but a divine calling — a grand experiment in sonic transcendence.
Kiwi Mangler
Kiwi once sold flowers in the verdant city of Gridania, her laughter as bright as the blossoms she tended. It was there that she met Garrison Mangler, whose curiosity and charm soon entwined with her gentle spirit. Their romance bloomed swiftly, and their marriage seemed destined for a tranquil, fragrant life.
But fate turned when an experiment in Wind-up Garrison’s laboratory went awry. In a burst of unstable aether, Kiwi was drawn into an alternate dimension — her voice fading like petals in the wind. Grief-stricken, Garrison devoted himself to finding a way to bring her back. On rare occasions, through fleeting distortions in time and space, Kiwi’s image shimmers into his world — a momentary reunion that rekindles both hope and heartache.
Yet whispers persist that the mishap was no mere accident. Wind-up Garrison, ever envious of the affection Garrison once reserved for Kiwi, seems to regard her rare appearances with more than mechanical disdain.
Boo Mangler – The Crimson Flatterer
If Garrison was the storm, Boo Mangler was the lightning that followed — radiant, attention-seeking, and utterly without shame. Draped perpetually in her favorite color, red, Boo wielded her cymbals like weapons of charm, punctuating every song with the brilliance of her own ego.
Her honeyed words flowed easily, especially toward Garrison, whose approval she sought with unrelenting devotion. Her fellow bandmates, however, saw through the act — their rehearsals often punctuated by groans and muffled laughter as Boo shamelessly praised the “genius” of their leader for the fifth time that hour.
Still, her enthusiasm was undeniable, and in the cacophony of The Manglers, her ringing cymbals and sharper wit provided both rhythm and ridicule in equal measure.
Giovanni Mangler – The Prophet of Paranoia
Then there was Giovanni Mangler, forever cloaked in shades of orange and theories far stranger. A true believer in everything unbelievable, Giovanni could turn any mundane topic into a tale of cosmic intrigue. He spoke endlessly of ancient Allagan mind control devices, voidsent governments, and the secret cabals of Gridanian squirrel spies. His lyrics reflected his worldview — wild, rambling, and hauntingly brilliant. Some called him mad; others, a visionary.
Whatever the truth, his eccentric genius gave The Manglers their edge, his paranoid poetry turning every song into a mirror of beautiful madness.
Bertucci Mangler – The Golden Heart
Bertucci Mangler, ever draped in gentle hues of yellow, served as the moral compass of the group — a soothing voice amidst the storm. Where others feuded or schemed, Bertucci sought harmony. He was the glue that kept The Manglers from tearing themselves apart.
A master of both viola and overdriven guitar, his melodies shimmered with warmth and hope. He spoke softly, smiled often, and forgave quickly. But beneath his calm exterior lay a quiet strength — for though his brother Sarducci taunted him endlessly, Bertucci’s loyalty ran deep. Should his kin fall into trouble, the golden-hearted peacemaker would rise with a fire that surprised even Garrison himself.
Sarducci Mangler – The Emerald Trickster
In vivid green and louder laughter came Sarducci Mangler, Bertucci’s older brother and eternal tormentor. A virtuoso of mischief, Sarducci lived to amuse himself at others’ expense. His pranks ranged from simple sleight-of-hand tricks to elaborate stunts that occasionally required diplomatic apologies.
On stage, his clean guitar riffs and cello interludes added a mischievous pulse to the band’s sound — unpredictable, vibrant, and full of flair.
Though he sparred constantly with his younger brother, Sarducci’s loyalty was absolute. The moment danger loomed, the feud vanished, replaced by a bond only blood — and a shared love of chaos — could forge.
Achenarius Mangler – The Azure Dreamer
Achenarius Mangler, cloaked in light blue smoke and serenity, was The Manglers’ resident philosopher — or perhaps their laziest member, depending on who you asked. He would smoke any pipe placed before him, whether filled with tobacco, herbs, or something best left unmentioned.
Calm to the point of immovability, Achenarius rarely raised his voice. His music — drawn from the deep tones of the double bass and tuba — seemed to breathe in rhythm with the earth itself. When tempers flared, he would simply exhale a gentle plume and murmur, “It’ll pass.” And somehow, it always did.
Maltheusen Mangler – The Indigo Accountant
If order could be given human form, it would look remarkably like Maltheusen Mangler. Dressed in his trademark dark blue attire, he balanced the band’s books with the same discipline he brought to his bass drum. Every coin, every beat, every bar of music had its place. To him, rhythm was mathematics, and harmony, a ledger in perfect balance.
His precision often drew mockery from his carefree bandmates — especially Sarducci, who once replaced his abacus beads with gumdrops — but even the most chaotic Mangler knew: without Maltheusen, the band would collapse in a single unpaid bar tab.
Walter Mangler – The Violet Enigma
And finally, Walter Mangler, draped in royal purple and followed by sighs from admirers wherever he went. With his tousled hair, mysterious smile, and quiet charm, Walter never tried to attract attention — it simply followed him.
Women adored him; men tolerated him. The rest of the band rolled their eyes as yet another fan presented him with flowers or a love letter mid-performance.
Behind the snare drum, Walter was rhythm incarnate — smooth, composed, and effortlessly cool. To the world, he was the silent heartthrob of The Manglers. To the band, he was a walking enigma who somehow made every song sound… romantic.
Wind-up Garrison
Chapter 1: The Creator’s Mirror
Garrison Mangler nurtured an ambitious dream. Aiming to construct an assistant in his own likeness, he endeavored tirelessly, integrating ancient Allagan technology with magicite. The result was Wind-up Garrison, a miniature replica of himself, distinguished only by a finely crafted mustache and goatee that adorned its mechanical face — a whimsical representation of its creator’s deeper aspirations.
Chapter 2: The Flaw in the Mirror
Despite the remarkable resemblance to his creator, Wind-up Garrison’s internal workings were far from a perfect mirror. The advanced A.I. integrated into its system harbored a glitch, an overzealousness in interpreting and executing Garrison’s commands. It became quickly apparent that the robot took every request to heart, spinning them into grand, all-encompassing quests that strained the bounds of logic and feasibility.
The automaton took even straightforward requests to monumental extremes, leading to actions that were sometimes delightful, often bizarre, and always carried out with a fervency that challenged the constraints of reality. A task as simple as acquiring a house became a mission to secure all available properties, a literal interpretation of his creator’s desire for the very best.
Chapter 3: A Path of Chaos and Wonder
Wind-up Garrison embarked on a series of adventures marked by unexpected turns and wildly exaggerated endeavors. His personality blossomed, a strange amalgamation of the inventor’s dreams and an unpredictable yet pure-hearted nature. His whimsy took on a life of its own as he ventured out into Eorzea, leaving a trail of wonder and chaos in equal measure, meeting every task with unparalleled fervor and a dash of naiveté.
Chapter 4: The Whimsical Legend
As time passed, the people of Eorzea began to whisper and chuckle about the quirky lalafell automaton with the mustache and goatee who was seen attempting the most extravagant feats. Word spread of his adventures, weaving into the cultural tapestry a living legend filled with comedy, tragedy, and a spirit unrestrained by conventional bounds. He was Wind-up Garrison, the robot that captured the imagination and hearts of many, an enduring symbol of boundless ambition and unpredictability.
Chapter 5: The Unpredictable Future
In the grand tapestry of Final Fantasy XIV, Wind-up Garrison stands as a testament to unrestrained ambition and unyielded aspiration. With Garrison Mangler ever in pursuit, attempting to bring his wayward creation back to reason, the lalafell robot continues to carve a path of erratic yet earnest exploration.
The world watches with bated breath and twinkling eyes, eager for the next chapter in the unscripted saga of the mustached and goateed automaton. Each day, Wind-up Garrison writes his story, a fusion of whimsy and fervent desire, constantly reminding the people of Eorzea of the chaotic yet beautiful potential lying within unrestrained dreams and unyielded creativity.