⭒⋆✧ stjer leas ✧⋆⭒

GENERAL .
•   name   :   stjer leas
•   alias   :   warrior of light
•   gender   :   he/him
•   orientation   :   gay
•   race   :   veena viera
•   occupation   :   hero, minstrel, chefPHYSICAL .
•   height   :   5'9.5
•   weight   :   160 lbs
•   build   :   slender, with a bit of fat and some small scars
•   age   :   26 (as a budding hero)MENTAL .
•   alignment   :   neutral good
•   traits   :   selfless, self-sacrificing, kindhearted, secretive. will gladly lend a hand even to those he knows are simply taking advantage. keeps himself apart from his titles.
•   likes   :   music, painting, fishing, cooking, exploring new places, a good story
•   dislikes   :   senseless violence, sour tastes, greed, hot weather, pillows that are too soft

BACKGROUND.
•   birthplace   :  southern skatay
•   current residence   :   the mist, vylbrand
•   birthday   :   23rd sun of the 5th astral moon (the autumnal equinox)
•   star sign   :   libra❝ + POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES : the ideal hero- selfless to a fault and prone to taking on any task asked of him. a bit of a romantic when not embroiled in the tumults of his duty. a very good cook, artist, and singer. easy to get along with, hard to offend, and incredibly gentle and easygoing.❝ - NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES : stifles himself and his own needs in favor of his titles and duties. not one to open up easily. hard to offend, but once the threshold is breached, will keep a distance.

In a cold village at the foothills of the Skatay Stjer grew up, raised on stories of heroes from those within his village and from the visitors allowed in. Unlike most viera settlements, this place was accessible to outsiders, allowing the knowledge and advancements of the world to come to them, rather than sending their own envoy to gather the teachings from elsewhere. The casual bustle of trade and easygoing nature of the matron of his home instilled within the young veena a sense of wanderlust, impressionable as he was, and no visitor would find themselves safe from the sparkly-eyed little viera's barrage of questions and curiosities, a hunger for tales of all kinds at all levels of embellishment.As he grew beneath the alpine boughs, young Stjer began penning his own stories and songs, inspired as he was by the countless deeds he heard each day during the trading season. He had quite a knack for it, too- earning himself both praise and an occasional coin to stow away for safekeeping, for when he would venture forth into the world to see its sights and meet its people. Not all seasons were trading seasons, though; during the time when Garlemald's iron vice cut off routes, and then still when the snows made the journey perilous, were the veena of this settlement alike any other of their mountain home. Stjer learned to hunt, to mend, to fashion arrows and cook the food caught. He found himself more often than not volunteering to fish, and discovered a passion not only for the art of procuring food, but making it, too. Useful skills, to be certain, for his plan to set out once his age caught up with the wistful wanderlust.

It was at twenty-three summers when Stjer would embark from home, following the footsteps of a visiting adventurer from Aldenard. Untrained as a warder of the wood, but talented enough with the bow, the young veena and his seasoned companion traveled through barren wasteland from the foothills of Stjer's home to the coast, dodging the sparse imperial patrols in the occupied territory. Through some connections, the adventurer was able to secure passage onboard a ship to Thavnair before heading to Thanalan, where the eager soon-to-be-hero Stjer parted ways with his companion to head into the Shroud.His time as the Warrior of Light would shape him in ways unprecedented, show him the world he longed to see, but irreversibly alter his sense of self. The stories of heroes were all true, but all left out one crucial detail- to have walked the path of a hero was a lonely one. To hold the heavy mantles was to keep one's true self guarded, so as not to become only the name spoken on lips as a savior, a legend. Yet, even despite this, despite the arm's length kept from his heart, he would find companions, connection, and love...some of which in the most unlikely of places. And he would consider himself all the luckier for it.

inspiration

⋆ ramza beoulve
⋆ sorey
⋆ warrior of light
⋆ kaedehara kazuha
⋆ young nier (act 1)
⋆ linkcharacters who exist earnestly in their role as a hero, who are soft and kindhearted but feel the weight of the burden of titles placed upon their shoulders. heroes who strive to do good despite circumstance. they grow as they journey, but never lose their morals or conviction.

aesthetics

⋆ birch forest
⋆ wooden paintbrush
⋆ fog of morning
⋆ birdsong
⋆ angel and martyr
⋆ curve of a harpthe yellows of autumn paired with the peeling white bark of birch trees, an occasional pine to signify a home left but held close to the heart. the loved wood of a worn paintbrush, the sound of music on the wind, the crisp air and dew of a cold morning. a halo, given to those who sacrifice.

flowers

⋆ acanthus:
----- enduring life, art

⋆ celandine
----- joys to come

⋆ hawthorn
----- hope, new beginnings

⋆ gorse
----- love in all seasons, the sun

▍   A REALM REBORN.
Arriving in Gridania from the initial docking in Thanalan, Stjer set out beneath the Shroud's canopy at Miounne's direction to begin making a name for himself. Taking every little odd job and fetch quest, he soon built a reputation as one of the friendliest and most pleasant hires and adventurers on this side of Eorzea. Eventually, this reputation blossomed into recognition by the Seedseer herself, and with her blessing, Stjer became Gridania's emissary, tasked with delivering letters to reform the alliance that the city-states once had. And with new cities to tread, new work came pouring in.Even the jobs other adventuring parties could not succeed in, Stjer took with the help of the roegadyn marauder who came back to Eorzea with him, and the contacts he had for these sorts of forays-- a pleasant conjurer and a little spitfire of a thaumaturge. The party was quite successful together, a budding team that quickly became a well-oiled machine, able to take on even the most dangerous of jobs. It was good enough work to afford the occasional inn rest and good meals, and enough for Stjer to both enroll and excel in the culinarian's guild after making his way into Limsa. His passion for cooking and the new knowledge that fishing could be done not just for necessity, but also for enjoyment, kept him quite busy in the rare moment of down time he was afforded.After about a year of wandering and building a name for himself, the Echo made itself known to Stjer-- and, by extension, the Scions-- bringing the two together towards a greater goal than the simplicity of adventuring. Taking on the title of official Scion, Stjer also took on all of the burdens with it: the catalyst that set the massacre of the Waking Sands in motion, the blade of light meant to cull the primals, the only opposition to the ascians capable of drawing their attention. Just as swiftly as these weights settled in, so, too, did the mask of pleasant placidity settle on the previously excitable veena's features.Now with the weight and burden of a hero upon him, Stjer became, in true, The Warrior of Light. No longer some better-than-average adventurer, the young viera of only, now, 27 summers carried the weight of the entire star upon his shoulders...a duty that demanded the sacrifice of closeness he might otherwise wish for. For, he learned quickly, to love as a hero was to invite pain...and invite a target for forces set on destroying him.

▍   SHADOWBRINGERS.
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▍    HEAVENSWARD.
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▍    ENDWALKER.
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▍    STORMBLOOD.
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▍    DAWNTRAIL.
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▍   IN WHICH IT ENDS.
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