_{VENTURE INTO THE WOODS?}

✧ DOSSIER

name - seline
_{true name unknown.}

race - viera
_rava.

gender - male
_he/him.

age - 113 summers
_{8th sun of the 1st astral moon.}

home - unspecified
_{left his old village in golmore jungle.}

occupation - warrior of light
_{once a woodwarder.}

✧ PERSONALITY

taciturn, private, straightforward.

the warrior of light is not one for words. anyone hoping to make conversation with him will find themselves sorely disappointed, with nothing more than a fleeting glance or nod as a response. despite his generally stiff demeanor, he is not a mean person.

driven by duty, led by righteousness.

"the strong must protect the weak. strength is pain. strength is suffering. strength is sacrifice."—this is a mantra he has repeated to himself on countless occasions. and yet when the hero speaks of hope, the smile upon his face fails to reach his eyes.

_{✧ LIKES & DISLIKES}

+ handmade eel pie.
+ sparring, training.
+ storybooks and children's tales.
+ bows and ribbons.- having his hair touched.
- complicated technology.
- nosy, intrusive questions.
- cold weather, especially snow.

✧ ECCENTRICITIES

a haunted doll.

his gaze is vacant, his skin cold to the touch. he mutters constantly of duty, even as his gauntlets become stained with gore and blood. some say a mysterious mark decorates his nape... do you see it?

fiercely competitive.

contrary to expectations, he gets quite competitive when the topic at hand is a battle of wits or skill. while rare, his prideful nature will present itself at times.

allies and enemies.

lacking in desires and caring little for personal relations, he treats most with an air of indifference. however, neutrality can just as quickly turn to hostility should he deem you an enemy. enacting his so-called justice remains a priority above all other matters, including those of the heart.

_{I. before the sun}

his mother would often recite tales of great warriors and gallant knights, leading to his childhood being colored by a bright-eyed admiration for heroism. carefree days were spent in play-pretend, wielding wooden swords and vanquishing imaginary foes.following the traditional life of many male viera, he was eventually claimed by one of his village's woodwarders and endured several summers of rigorous training. he gained vital survival and hunting skills during this time, managing to persevere and become considered a master among his peers.he would spend his years protecting golmore jungle from outsiders, returning every few moons to sire children and take in new students. he lived a rather quiet life, with many of his days spent in solitude with nary another soul beside him. he was content to survey the woods alone, fulfilled with the knowledge that he could serve the people he cared for.

_{II. fall of the moon}

sights of the lesser moon dalamud descending began to birth rumors of a catastrophe. hearing of such a disaster, long-forgotten childhood dreams he had pushed to the wayside began to stir again. a selfish part of him entertained the idea: to witness the beauty of the outside world, to march forth in some valiant effort to forestall the coming doom.yet to leave meant to abandon his ideals—not once in the past century had he faltered in his devotion to his home, to his people. gripped with shame, he chose to leave golmore jungle with nary a word, believing it preferable that his disappearance might be taken as death rather than desertion.he traveled alone to gridania, and his presence soon caught the attention of the twin adders, who recruited him into their ranks as an archer. when the day of the seventh calamity arrived, he was deployed on the front lines at carteneau alongside his fellow grand company soldiers. as bahamut burst forth from the lesser moon, he was caught in the resulting explosion, killed as his body was crushed beneath a stray shard of dalamud.how could an ordinary man dare to dream of becoming a hero?

_{III. solar eclipse}

in the aftermath of the calamity, rescue parties were deployed in an effort to scour the battlefield for any remaining survivors.a man was soon discovered amongst a sea of disfigured twin adder soldiers, unconscious yet unharmed. beneath all the soot and dirt, his skin was unblemished, save for a jagged scar that ran across his abdomen in place of his navel.although no one could surmise how he survived, the only sign that something divine had occured were his now strikingly silver eyes, unnaturally vibrant and haunting.thus was he born again: a drifting soul shackled to a body not its own, granted a blessing it never prayed for.

_{IV. dawn breaks, dust settles}

in the next five years, as gridania attempted to recover from the devastation of the calamity, he devoted himself more and more toward life in the city-state. he frequented the carline canopy and its inn, becoming good friends with mother miounne as he learned to accept the occasional odd job and errand.he never provided a name to his employers nor to the adventurer's guild—his forest name was left in the past, and he deemed himself unworthy of a new name.perhaps it was self-inflicted punishment given in part due to the guilt he felt from abandoning his home and people. unable to escape his remorse through death, he now desperately wanted for meaning and direction. having died pointless death the fields of carteneau, he was no closer to chasing his naive dreams than he was before abandoning his village.fortunately, he would not want for purpose for long...