Vellen Thematos

Vellen Thematos
Gender	Male
Race	Hyur
Clan	Midlander
Citizenship	Unaffiliated
Age	26
Height	5' 10"
Profession	Scholar
Server	Balmung

Appearance

Vellen does not appear to have many distinguishing physical characteristics about him, except for the scar going across his left eye. He tends to wear simple clothing which doesn't restrict his movement or hinder him in his duties. He is slightly tan with black hair and blue eyes. He tends to have a smile on his face and greets everyone warmly.

Biography

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The Lost Healer
It was a cold morning in the first umbral moon when Vellen awoke in a strange place with beds lining the walls. No sooner had he began to stir did a man approach him “Ah good, you are awake. How are you feeling?” Vellen didn’t respond to the man as his mind was fuzzy and he couldn’t remember anything. The man sensing this asked him, “Do you know where you are?” Vellen shook his head quietly with a quizzical look on his face. “Do you know your name?” the man asked. Vellen hesitated for a moment before slowly squeaking out “Vellen” and then putting his hand on his throat curiously. “Yes that can happen when you haven’t spoken for a little while, the cold probably doesn’t help either.” The man said thinking Vellen was surprised at his squeaking. Vellen shook his head at the man, “No…the vibrations in my throat feel funny.” The man looked at Vellen not sure what to say or think. Vellen began to get out of the bed before the man stopped him “Woah now you just woke up, you need to take your time! You’ve been here for a week.” Vellen paused a moment before asking, “Been where?” Hmm…that’s right it seems you’ve lost your memory.” The man replied, “you are in Camp Drybones”. Having lost his memory, the church he was in, which belonged to Saint Adama Landama, made efforts to restore his memory, but nothing worked. They used both magical and mundane means to try to find people who knew him but nothing arose from that as well. Despite not knowing his past Vellen knew an alarming amount of information about obscure topics which most should not know. On top of this unusual ability of recollection within the belongings that were found with him was a unique purple crystal with inscriptions on it. When Vellen grabbed the soul crystal from his bag a faerie bolted out from the bag, apparently hiding within its contents, and immediately hugged Vellen's arm. Somehow Vellen knew the faerie's name, Fiera. "Fiera...your name is Fiera..." Vellen spoke curiously. A distraught look came over the faerie's face as opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out.

It did not take long for the church to recognize his incredible talent for healing and his incredible ability for recalling random bits of arcane knowledge and he was well liked by everybody. He had a knack for being too trusting and giving away church resources to those he thought were in need which landed him in trouble a few times; most of the time nothing came of it though as they knew he did it from the goodness of his heart. Despite his skill in magical healing, Vellen was also an incredibly talented surgeon and made his own healing kits to help others when magical healing wasn’t necessary. Because of his talent both mundane and magical he became renowned in Eastern Thanalan for healing wounds of many types. People would travel to him from all around, not merely because of his skill, but because of his willingness to help others for free. This also caused some others within the community to grow to despise him because he was destroying others’ healing businesses by giving his services away.
His Closest Friend
His closest friend became the man who tended to him, whose name was Leno Forrster. A talented conjurer in his own right, he did not show the natural knack for healing that Vellen had. Leno did not mind however as it was nice to have another around who was passionate about helping others. Something always irked Leno though; Vellen did not seem to have any concept of mistrust in other people and rarely saw threats for what they were. Several times Leno had to save Vellen from his own naivety. At one point Vellen even tried to befriend a rampaging minotaur who was directly in the middle of trying to gore a fighter. Leno can’t help but chuckle when he thinks about it. Watching Vellen try to politely grab the minotaur’s attention saying “Excuse me sir! Sir! Maybe you didn’t notice but there are people in the way of your horns!” The minotaur then turned around as Vellen looked back at Leno and shrugged. Just as Vellen began to walk away from the minotaur, it began to charge him. Vellen then noticed a small coin on the ground and bent down to pick it up just as the minotaur was about to skewer him. Instead, the minotaur missed and tripped over Vellen and ran straight into a wall getting itself thoroughly lodged. That wasn’t the most peculiar part to Leno though. The most peculiar part was Vellen trying to help the minotaur out of the wall while the people fighting it stood there in disbelief. All the while the minotaur was trying to attack Vellen seeming to miss every time. When he later asked Vellen what he thought was going on Vellen replied “That creature was just so upset about being stuck in the wall he was flailing all about, poor thing!” Vellen’s kind heart was his greatest strength and his greatest weakness. He never turned down someone in need and Leno found this the greatest quality about him.
A Path of His Own
After spending about 2 years in Camp Drybones, Vellen decided he wanted to explore and help others in different areas. He moved to Ul'dah where he spent most of his time aiding the locals, expanding his herbalism and alchemy, and befriending all types of creatures. One of the creatures he befriended while out on an herbalism run, was a Duskwight Elezen thaumaturge who was being attacked by a group of villagers just because she looked different. After reasoning with the villagers and tending to her wounds she thanked him and introduced herself as Sylitherra. As a way of thanks she also gave him a lock of her hair tied to a wind crystal, enchanted with the magic of wind. He looked at it quizzically before thanking her for such a unique gift. She explained to him that whenever he wanted a wind to appear he could say her name as he held the crystal and a breeze would appear around him or another. She then told him that she must go and one day they will meet again.

Personality

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Likes

• Helping others
• Researching
• Reading
• Archaeology
• Learning new things

Dislikes

• Violence
• Willful ignorance
• Prejudice
• Thoughtless action
• Taking advantage of people

Strengths

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Weaknesses

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Other Notes

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Quirks

Hopelessly hopeful of others' intentions.

Equipment

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Rumors

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Common

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Uncommon

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Rare

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Known Locations

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