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This worry only grew as he aged, his schooling nearing its end and a goal still nowhere in sight. Desperate to make something of his life, he left his only home of Ul'dah for another city-state. Surely the guilds in Limsa Lominsa or Gridania had something to offer. Anything he could do. But after multiple failures, Levenin returned home again with nothing to show for it. The personal shame and embarrassment he endured was unbearable, despite his family showing nothing but support. He couldn't stand to show his face around them. This spurred him on to leave once more, only this time he hasn't been back in years. Since that day, Lev has grown from an adolescent to an adult while on the road in strange places. | This worry only grew as he aged, his schooling nearing its end and a goal still nowhere in sight. Desperate to make something of his life, he left his only home of Ul'dah for another city-state. Surely the guilds in Limsa Lominsa or Gridania had something to offer. Anything he could do. But after multiple failures, Levenin returned home again with nothing to show for it. The personal shame and embarrassment he endured was unbearable, despite his family showing nothing but support. He couldn't stand to show his face around them. This spurred him on to leave once more, only this time he hasn't been back in years. Since that day, Lev has grown from an adolescent to an adult while on the road in strange places. | ||
− | Eventually, he made one last ditch effort and visited the north, in Coerthas. He knew very well Ishgard would never let him enter its city limits, but it was the one place he hadn't tried yet. A fateful detour at the First Dicasterial Observatorium to escape a snowstorm introduced to Levenin his calling— the art of astromancy. As if written in the very stars he'd spent so many nights under, his dream could maybe be achieved. The following months were spent harnessing time and space in the palms of his hands, stumbling through bone-chilling snow and plenty a xenophobic Elezen alike. Eventually he left Coerthas after a few years, telling others it was for warmer weather and to escape the threat of the dragon horde. "My training can't go any further here," he'd said-- all a lie to cover up an abusive relationship he'd had with another female astrologian for some time. Lev wasn't quite ready to go home yet, but he couldn't stay in the Central Highlands and endure her treatment. He had something to prove. | + | Eventually, he made one last ditch effort and visited the north, in Coerthas. He knew very well Ishgard would never let him enter its city limits, but it was the one place he hadn't tried yet. A fateful detour at the First Dicasterial Observatorium to escape a snowstorm introduced to Levenin his calling— the art of astromancy. As if written in the very stars he'd spent so many nights under, his dream could maybe be achieved. The following months were spent harnessing time and space in the palms of his hands, stumbling through bone-chilling snow and plenty a xenophobic Elezen alike. Eventually he left Coerthas after a few years, telling others it was for warmer weather and to escape the threat of the dragon horde. "My training can't go any further here," he'd said-- all a lie to cover up an abusive relationship he'd had with another female astrologian for some time. Lev wasn't quite ready to go home yet, but he couldn't stay in the Central Highlands and endure her treatment any longer. He had something to prove. |
− | Until the day comes where he feels worthy again to face his family, Lev keeps traveling Eorzea with no personal goals of his own (besides maybe to figure out what’s wrong with his brain). He goes where needed, applying his talents to those who ask. Despite being truly altruistic at heart, he’s still very awkward and socially inept around nearly all he meets. He also has a bad habit of caring for others more than himself, which can lead him into trouble. He’s incredibly polite and rumor has it he’s never swore even once. A hopeless romantic, Lev’s love life unfortunately isn’t very stable and he's more likely to have one night encounters than an actual relationship-- a vice for temporarily forgetting about his troubles, though it only serves to hurt him in the end. The closest thing he has to love is his plants, who he looks after like children | + | Until the day comes where he feels worthy again to face his family, Lev keeps traveling Eorzea with no personal goals of his own (besides maybe to figure out what’s wrong with his brain). He goes where needed, applying his talents to those who ask. Despite being truly altruistic at heart, he’s still very awkward and socially inept around nearly all he meets. He also has a bad habit of caring for others more than himself, which can lead him into trouble. He’s incredibly polite and rumor has it he’s never swore even once. A hopeless romantic, Lev’s love life unfortunately isn’t very stable and he's more likely to have one night encounters than an actual relationship-- a vice for temporarily forgetting about his troubles, though it only serves to hurt him in the end. The closest thing he has to love is his plants, who he looks after like children.</font></div> |
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Levenin Refure Lost Under the Stars About
Levenin isn’t intimidating in the slightest, mostly because of the way he holds himself— he’s constantly looking small, trying to take up as little space as possible. He’s thin, with hardly any muscular definition to be found. His hair is a rich russet brown, longer in the front than it is in the back. His eyes have the epicanthic fold associated with those of Asian descent (in this case, because of his Yanxian heritage), and they glow a soft lavender purple. His most striking facial feature is the mole under his right eye. He has many others elsewhere, including on his back, hips, and chest. Otherwise, his skin stays clear and fair under the influence of healing magic. Though Levenin tends to wear blacks while on the road or on the job, he wears a myriad of colors and patterns whenever the chance rises. Hats with large brims aren't uncommon, since they block out the harsh Thanalan sunlight he's accustomed to. He’s never without piercings in his ears. A stylized tattoo of a willow tree is located on his back/the base of his neck. Height: 5’9” Weight: 130 lbs Levenin has spent much of his life from childhood dealing with rampant anxiety and low self esteem, a gift forcefully given to him by his father. His parents and various caretakers often could do little to soothe him, and loneliness wasn't a stranger too far behind. Though unable to connect with other people, he eventually managed enough to soar through education with promise. Friends were few but that only gave Levenin more resolve-- to find a way to help others, to make it to where they never had to feel the same as he did. No one aside from his family had ever given him anything so perhaps deep down, he was looking for approval just as much as he wanted to heal the world of her weariness. Unfortunately, his talents didn't lie in medicine or alchemy-- the latter of which shamed him even further because of his mother's renowned skill in the art. For a period of time, it was as if he'd never find his purpose. This worry only grew as he aged, his schooling nearing its end and a goal still nowhere in sight. Desperate to make something of his life, he left his only home of Ul'dah for another city-state. Surely the guilds in Limsa Lominsa or Gridania had something to offer. Anything he could do. But after multiple failures, Levenin returned home again with nothing to show for it. The personal shame and embarrassment he endured was unbearable, despite his family showing nothing but support. He couldn't stand to show his face around them. This spurred him on to leave once more, only this time he hasn't been back in years. Since that day, Lev has grown from an adolescent to an adult while on the road in strange places. Eventually, he made one last ditch effort and visited the north, in Coerthas. He knew very well Ishgard would never let him enter its city limits, but it was the one place he hadn't tried yet. A fateful detour at the First Dicasterial Observatorium to escape a snowstorm introduced to Levenin his calling— the art of astromancy. As if written in the very stars he'd spent so many nights under, his dream could maybe be achieved. The following months were spent harnessing time and space in the palms of his hands, stumbling through bone-chilling snow and plenty a xenophobic Elezen alike. Eventually he left Coerthas after a few years, telling others it was for warmer weather and to escape the threat of the dragon horde. "My training can't go any further here," he'd said-- all a lie to cover up an abusive relationship he'd had with another female astrologian for some time. Lev wasn't quite ready to go home yet, but he couldn't stay in the Central Highlands and endure her treatment any longer. He had something to prove. Until the day comes where he feels worthy again to face his family, Lev keeps traveling Eorzea with no personal goals of his own (besides maybe to figure out what’s wrong with his brain). He goes where needed, applying his talents to those who ask. Despite being truly altruistic at heart, he’s still very awkward and socially inept around nearly all he meets. He also has a bad habit of caring for others more than himself, which can lead him into trouble. He’s incredibly polite and rumor has it he’s never swore even once. A hopeless romantic, Lev’s love life unfortunately isn’t very stable and he's more likely to have one night encounters than an actual relationship-- a vice for temporarily forgetting about his troubles, though it only serves to hurt him in the end. The closest thing he has to love is his plants, who he looks after like children.
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