a wood warder exiled from the forest he loosely called a home, for merely going against the creed of his tribe by venturing into the village in search of his sister one day. for wood warders had no companions, no reason to come to the village except for mating season and to tear other jacks from the idle life, as they always had done before. it’d be easier, perhaps he’d be able to go through life less broken than he is now, if he’d leave to take up the city life but the small hope of one day able to see the one person he considered family let him continue on even as the crushing loneliness ate at him.

now he’s lost the small possibility to ever see his sister again, and the place he called home. though he’s left his mark on the village for turning him away, throwing away his old name, and venturing to the realm outside of the golmore jungle. that would one day bring him to the cold highlands of the ishgardian mountains, to where his path would cross with kay and arthur after nearly dying in the snow. nursed back to health, it wasn’t long afterwards that kay would leave the young man in his care, to raise him towards his legacy.

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has a terrible temper that is very easy to flare, typically by most contact. other than bors and their kids, and sometimes their other companions, the best method to slowly work towards his good side is to hand him some type of food or helpful item.

but if bors happens to be away for days, or longer, becomes even easier to anger and not even food would make him agreeable.

most proficient in archery due to his wood-warder background. it’s not until he joins in with arthur’s group that he picks up the paladin ability to better be capable of handling the enemies surrounding ishgard. how did he gain that job stone? well…it wasn’t by asking nicely.

with his unorthodox means of obtaining his paladin skills, it was mainly a glorified gladiator because he didn’t know how to use any divine skills until he intently watched bors and his white mage healing.

unable to read the eorzean script, that he typically tries to match the letter to each other to figure out what an item is. his phrasing also tends to be simplified, and depending on how difficult it is to phrase out how he’s feeling as he’s attempting to translate from his mother tongue to the common tongue, there can be pauses. another trait is that when he’s extremely annoyed is that his questions sound more like statements. 

has a bad case of resting bitch face.