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...It’d be hard to want any other life. While 'tis likely I'll end up a failure,
I’ll at least continue and die trying.

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character sheet

  Personality    Quick-witted and strong-willed: 'The wisest Veena you’ve ever met,' and will always have an answer. Highly excited as they are easily bored, often opportunistic, usually artistic, undeniably statistical, and is prone to dishing out insults (though some of them could be unintentional).

appearance

Upon looking at the Viera's face, one is met with piercing eyes shining like two suns beneath snowy storms of locks. Quite average in height, yet maintaining a conditioned and lean build, his fair skin is adorned with marks of the stars, and other celestial beings. Citri prefers to wear clothes befitting function over form: often spotted in various robes, trousers, and leather armor to allow freedom of movement and maximum comfortability. . . though, he has been branching out since arriving in Eorzea.

  Bio    Citri would be born in the forests along the base of a snowy mountain range. Their city, however, is one shrouded in mystery: only opening for certain souls at specific times. If one has ever been given directions, they’d be met with an abandoned forest with a path to the rocky terrain stretching up toward the stars. Some say this place doesn’t exist, or if it does, that it could lay upon another plane.At any rate, what is entirely based in fact is what Citri would recount of their upbringing in "The Sharlayan of the East," as they’d refer to it – never having made the journey to the isle in the Empty themselves. As a young kit, they’d be raised to study the land, the sky, and the beings that’d lay between; the times that harken to the past and stretch into the future. When they’d reach that time of budding, he’d be picked to venture out and add archery and medicine to assist in keeping the storied history of his city to continue.But somewhere in his tenure, Citri wandered too far, and out of phase. Curiosity might have killed the catte, but no ones figured out what happens to a hare. Looking back from where he came, he’d find himself with time to spare. And it was there when he’d decide to venture West, looking to test himself on a self-imposed mission to learn as much as he can before his eventual return.