During The Sixth Astral Era, the Sarkoza family were part of the three migratory waves of Hyur that settled in Eorzea. Little is known about their history except for pieces of information that they may be from either Doma, or somewhere else in the East. The name Sarkoza was used after the clan settled in Eorzea in order to fit in and is one of the reasons why most of the family's history before that time has either been lost or cannot be traced back to them.
It was however, both intrigue and politics that truly disconnected the Sarkoza family from its true ancestral roots. As the family began to gain some semblance of wealth and renown in Thanalan, it grew in size and separated into three main houses. Though all three houses were under the same name, it operated much as if it were three utterly different families. Each house utilized the first name of their respective heads of house to distinguish themselves from the other houses. Each three worked together to ensure "the greater good of the Sarkoza family" but even then there grew to be rivalries between the three. After only three hundred years in Eorzea the three families tore at one another. All over a sword, power , and of course wealth.
A large wooden and metal chest had been unearthed one day by an expeditionary team that was sent back to the east by one of the three houses back to an area where the familiy's origin was thought to be located. When the chest was brought back, the leaders of all three houses, Bozan , Cyril, and Oskan, gathered together to open the chest. Inside they discovered a wooden tome and a magnificent sabre made of an unknown metal that shone a gentle bright white and blue as aether swirled around the blade like a mist. The guard, grip, and pommel were decorated with with soft wine red leather, beautiful silver, and brilliant gold in a streamline fashion. The pommel itself was a mixture of gold and silver, and made to perfectly balance the entire weapon.
An argument immediately ensued between Bozan and Cyril as to which house would hold the blade. All the while, Oskan sat and admired the blade with a sense of wonder. He suggested that the houses could share the sword and each could house the sword for a period of time and then pass it to the next house in line. Bozan and Cyril had none of it, claiming that to own a sword is to hold on to it until death, citing that a warrior's sword is part of his soul and a soul cannot be passed around like a toy.
Attempts were made to decipher the tome that came with the sword but to everyone there, it was a completely foreign language. Since the sword and tome were already in Cyrils house, the three agreed to leave it there until the tome could be deciphered. For a long while, nobody could decipher the tome and much money was spent on finding those who could and none were harder in the search than Bozan and Cyril. As for Oskan, he too tried to find ways to decipher the tome, preferring to look through the dusty books and scrolls of any library he could find. He saw no need to hire a translator since the other two were already looking for one. If Oskan had known what deciphering the tome would mean, he would have preferred if the sword had never been found.
When Bozan and Cyril found a linguist and historian by the name of Balien by pure chance, they quickly discovered through conversation that the man had spent a considerable amount of time in the East and even Doma itself. Upon hearing of an ancient sword and tome, Balien was absolutely overjoyed and insisted that he be taken to it as soon as possible and offered to decipher the tome free of charge so long as he could make a copy of the inscription on the tome and make a detailed drawing of the sword. Bozan and Cyril agreed and brought him to the main room of Cyril's rather spacious home. More of a small mansion really. Both he and Bozan owned rather large estates with the exception of Oskan.
There Balien stayed, translating one character after the other for three days and nights by comparing and referencing his many, many notes and referencing the knowledge he gained during his time in the east. Some might be surprised at how loudly Balien exclaimed eureka despite his lack of sleep. He wasted no time in conveying what he had just translated to Bozan and Cyril, who decided it didn't matter whether or not Oskan was present and used "let's not bother him while he's got his face in the books" as an excuse not to invite him.
Balien excitedly held up a sheet of paper with a large smile across his face and read:
Here lies the proof of the strength of our people. The sword that belonged to the man who was the first of our greatest leaders. With great ferocity and courage he slew the great eight headed dragon of the wind and sea and secured a future for our people and led us with grace and humility. Like he, his descendants were red of hair with eyes like summer grass and carried a scar on their right eye. This sword shall forever represent the best of the principles of our clan: righteousness, honor, humility, justice, and strength.
Balien looked up from the sheet of paper he had held so closely to his face for the past few minutes and found that both Bozan and Cyril had blank expressions. He apologized that who ever inscribed the tome didn't put down the clan name, but the two men before him knew very well that the sword did belong to the Sarkoza family. Just not to them, or their house to be precise, but to Oskan. Only Oskan fit the description of the hero in the tome. They always wondered why he had a scar on his right eye and why when neither his father nor mother had teal eyes and red hair and Oskan had. If it wasn't for the fact that Oskan looked enough like both his parents he would've been cast off as a bastard.
As Cyril and Bozan tried to figure out how to deal with what they just learned, Balien presented them with another piece of information. During his time in the east he saw a large stone wall with carvings that depicted a battle between a man and what seemed to be a dragon with eight heads. Behind the wall, the ruins of a large town that had been reclaimed by the forest. Balein told Bozan and Cyril of the great treasure, and relics that belonged to last royal family of their ancestors that supposedly lay beneath the town. The only proof that Balien had was a small but brilliant crystal. It was enough to convince the now excited men but no sooner were they elated about the news of treasure and wealth did they suddenly realized that Oskan was the rightful heir of that wealth as well as the rightful head of all of house Sarkoza. Over the next couple of weeks, Bozan and Cyril would continue to brainstorm a way to rid the world of Cyril and his house.
The final plan was to murder Oskan and everyone of his house attending at the new year's feast one month away. The rest were to be hunted down to insure that no line of Oskan would exist. It was doable. Bozan and Cyril's house were both much larger than Oskan's. Through sheer number and by the element of surprise they would have the upper hand they needed to steamroll their plan to success.
The new years feast bought the three houses together to enjoy a time of happiness and plenty. Normally, it was a time when no rivalries existed between them. Men drank together, as did the women, and everyone young and old ate and sang songs and danced with one another. Unsurprisingly all in attendance at the feast were shocked when Bozan and Cyril initiated their killing spree. None had seen so much blood spilt in their life time. The floor quickly turned into a pool of blood, and the dining hall turned into a horror house of screams. Bozan, Cyril, and their men began thrusting their hidden daggers into those of Oskan's house at the final toast of the feast. Those who tried to run were cut down by men who barged through the front door with sword and axe. Every man, woman, and child was ruthlessly cut down.
Cyril, left standing alone in the center of the dance floor watched Bozan and Cyril execute his wife and children by slitting their throats. It was at that moment that he knew the sword had something to do with the massacre. He cursed Bozan and Cyril, stating that if they wanted the sword that bad they can have it. Of course, he didn't know about the wealth and power that he was heir to. Oskan's eyes quickly searched the room, trying to think of a way to defend himself against so many but that was just it. There were too many and he was unarmed. As Oskan began to make peace with his fate, he caught a glimpse of someone from his house who was looking in through a window on the top floor. He knew then that there was hope yet for the rest of his family and it was at that moment he suddenly remembered he still had a newborn daughter whom he left at home with his wife's mother. Oskan looked back at Bozan and Oskan with a defiant grin. "Well c'mon now" he said, just before his assailants thrust their swords into his body.
The rest of the house who didn't attend the feast in the hall had little time to evacuate. It sounded preposterous at first, that Bozan and Cyril would start killing those of their house but when armed men were sighted running towards their home they knew the warning to be true. No sooner did the rest of the house begin to leave out the back of the house did the men began killing any they could find. As the guards continued running down they shouted "find the baby! Find Oskan's newborn!"
Oska's grandmother and one of her attendants were the last ones to make it out of the massacre alive. The rest were either cut down on the run or died defending each other, trying to give the others time to escape. As they looked at their burning estate from a faraway hill, Oska's grandmother Mimra bid farewell to their past.
Through Oska, her great lineage survived. But from there on out they lived in poverty for the rest of their lives, living day to day as simple farmers. The Sarkoza name itself began to fade as Bozan and Cyril turned on one another and reduced the family name to rubble, with the surviving Sarkoza's taking the sword and traveling back to the east to see if there really were treasure to be had. Word of what happened in the Sarkoza household quickly became the talk of the town...for a time. Eventually like all inconsequencial events, especially when compared to the events that shaped the world, it and the name of the house faded into thin air.
On the year 1554, when Vincent was born his mother died of complications. She was his only remaining family as he had no other relatives and his own father had been the unfortunate victim of a bandit raid. Upon seeing her newborn son, she wrote on a slip of paper that read: Sarkoza. It is the wish of all mothers that their children would grow up to do great things, and the same could be said for the hope that Vincent's mother held for him when she wrote that name down. But it wasn't just that she hoped for him to do great things, it was because like Oskan and his ancestors, Vincent was born with teal green eyes, red hair, and a scar on his right eye. These were traits that hadn't been seen in the family for generations as Oska had been the last to carry those traits.
After Vincent's mom was buried, the nurse that had helped his mother carried Vincent in a basket toward her home in Uldah. After a series of unfortunate events, Vincent ended up in the slums where he was eventually brought to the orphanage he grew up at.