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− | [[File:Xheja.png|thumb|center]]<br/><span style="color:#f0f8ff;">''<span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"><span style="font-size:medium;">"You would ask of the nature of my being? Why I yet linger even after death? Even I do not know, I am loathe to admit. <br/>All that I know is that I am now aetherbound here, to this plane of existence, and until I</span></span> <span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"><span style="font-size:medium;">have found the answer<br/>to that question - Why do I still live? - I fear I shall not ever be allowed even a modicum of peace."</span></span>''</span> | + | [[File:Xheja.png|thumb|center|Xheja.png]]<br/><span style="color:#f0f8ff;">''<span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"><span style="font-size:medium;">"You would ask of the nature of my being? Why I yet linger even after death? Even I do not know, I am loathe to admit. <br/>All that I know is that I am now aetherbound here, to this plane of existence, and until I</span></span> <span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"><span style="font-size:medium;">have found the answer<br/>to that question - Why do I still live? - I fear I shall not ever be allowed even a modicum of peace."</span></span>''</span> |
<span style="color:#92a9b7;"><span style="font-size:smaller;"><span style="font-size:larger;"><font face="georgia, serif">X</font></span><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">HEJA</span> <span style="font-size:larger;"><span style="font-family:georgia,serif;">R</span></span><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">AJHERA IN HER PENDING BOOK, '<span style="font-size:larger;">A</span>ETHERBOUND'.</span></span></span><br/><u style="color: rgb(4, 22, 41);"><span style="font-size: 50px; line-height: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">______</span></span></u><u style="color: rgb(4, 22, 41);"><span style="font-size: 50px; line-height: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">______</span></span></u><u style="color: rgb(4, 22, 41);"><span style="font-size: 50px; line-height: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">______</span></span></u><u style="color: rgb(4, 22, 41);"><span style="font-size: 50px; line-height: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">_____</span></span></u> | <span style="color:#92a9b7;"><span style="font-size:smaller;"><span style="font-size:larger;"><font face="georgia, serif">X</font></span><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">HEJA</span> <span style="font-size:larger;"><span style="font-family:georgia,serif;">R</span></span><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">AJHERA IN HER PENDING BOOK, '<span style="font-size:larger;">A</span>ETHERBOUND'.</span></span></span><br/><u style="color: rgb(4, 22, 41);"><span style="font-size: 50px; line-height: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">______</span></span></u><u style="color: rgb(4, 22, 41);"><span style="font-size: 50px; line-height: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">______</span></span></u><u style="color: rgb(4, 22, 41);"><span style="font-size: 50px; line-height: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">______</span></span></u><u style="color: rgb(4, 22, 41);"><span style="font-size: 50px; line-height: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">_____</span></span></u> | ||
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<p style="text-align: center;"><br/>'''<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><span style="color:#03405f;"><u>___[</u> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">History & Background</span><span style="color:#03405f;"> </span></span></span>'''<span style="color:#03405f;"><u>'''<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">]___</span></span>'''</u></span><br/><span style="color: rgb(4, 22, 41); font-family: georgia, serif; text-align: justify;">---</span></p> | <p style="text-align: center;"><br/>'''<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><span style="color:#03405f;"><u>___[</u> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">History & Background</span><span style="color:#03405f;"> </span></span></span>'''<span style="color:#03405f;"><u>'''<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">]___</span></span>'''</u></span><br/><span style="color: rgb(4, 22, 41); font-family: georgia, serif; text-align: justify;">---</span></p> | ||
'''<span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Origins</span></span></span>''' | '''<span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Origins</span></span></span>''' | ||
− | <p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 40px;"><span style="color:#899398;"><span style="font-family:georgia,serif;">Xheja was born and raised below the lofty boughs of the Twelveswood, amongst a small Keeper of the Moon tribe. The first child of her family, a number of high expectations were placed on her since her birth. The Rajhera family had long been known for producing members who were especially in tune with nature and the Elementals, those who became fine Conjurers and leaders of their tribe. Surely enough, even in her early formative years, Xheja showed a great promise for conjury and devoted herself fully and fervently to its study.< | + | <p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 40px;"><span style="color:#899398;"><span style="font-family:georgia,serif;">Xheja was born and raised below the lofty boughs of the Twelveswood, amongst a small Keeper of the Moon tribe. The first child of her family, a number of high expectations were placed on her since her birth. The Rajhera family had long been known for producing members who were especially in tune with nature and the Elementals, those who became fine Conjurers and leaders of their tribe. Surely enough, even in her early formative years, Xheja showed a great promise for conjury and devoted herself fully and fervently to its study.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; color: rgb(137, 147, 152);">By the time that she reached her early twenties, Xheja had become a strong pillar in her tribe. Not only did they come to her for healing, but she assisted the Masters in teaching their art to others who showed promise. It was a simple life in which she rarely ventured into the world outside their territory's borders, but one that she loved dearly.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 40px;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif; color: rgb(137, 147, 152);"></span></p> |
'''<span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Before the Calamity</span></span></span>''' | '''<span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Before the Calamity</span></span></span>''' | ||
− | <p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 40px;"><span style="color:#899398;"><span style="font-family:georgia,serif;">As the red moon Dalamud grew swollen in the sky and whispers of war infiltrated even the deep recesses of the Twelveswood, Xheja was finally driven into action. She and a few others of their village chose to leave home and travel to Gridania, where they enlisted with the Order of the Twin Adder. There, after some orientation and training, Xheja was placed into a unit as a healer and began to receive their assignments. They were sent on forays against the growing Garlean forces, guardians small settlements against invasion and gathering intelligence.< | + | <p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 40px;"><span style="color:#899398;"><span style="font-family:georgia,serif;">As the red moon Dalamud grew swollen in the sky and whispers of war infiltrated even the deep recesses of the Twelveswood, Xheja was finally driven into action. She and a few others of their village chose to leave home and travel to Gridania, where they enlisted with the Order of the Twin Adder. There, after some orientation and training, Xheja was placed into a unit as a healer and began to receive their assignments. They were sent on forays against the growing Garlean forces, guardians small settlements against invasion and gathering intelligence.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: rgb(137, 147, 152); font-family: georgia, serif;">During this time, Xheja grew increasingly close to a thaumaturge in their group, the two of them becoming good friends and confidants. They shared their concerns and their fears with one another and leaned upon one another for strength when times were hard. And in time, when they were speaking of their lives before the war, the man admitted to her what kinds of taboo research he was involved in. Disturbed to hear of the kinds of studies and experiments he conducted, she begged him to renounce them after the war and walk a more moral and less dangerous path. Moved by his friend's plea, he agreed.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: rgb(137, 147, 152); font-family: georgia, serif;">In the final days, their unit was amongst those amassed to fight in the Battle of Carteneau. They fought valiantly, but their unit was struggling to hold its ground. Finally, their shield wall faltered and an Imperial swordsman broke their their line, headed straight for Xheja. Without hesitatation, he plunged his sword deep into her chest. Witnessing her fall, her friend was quick to come to her aid - albeit too late - slaying the swordsman before dragging Xheja away from the fighting. Even though he had promised her to give up his forbidden spellwork, the thaumaturge drew upon the surging aetheric current and weaved it into a spell, recalling Xheja's soul - her aether - and binding it back to her body.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: rgb(137, 147, 152); font-family: georgia, serif;">The spell was a success, though not without unforeseen consequences. While the aether slowly worked to mend her wounds, the Elder Primal Bahamut broke free from his prison. When Louisoix Leveilleur cast those remaining past the reach of time, the thaumaturge was one of those sent forward while the just-barely-living Xheja lingered behind. By the time she opened her eyes, dazed and confused, he was gone from in front of her and from her memories and the only thing she could see was the mass destruction taking place around her, powerless to move.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 40px;"><span style="color: rgb(4, 22, 41); font-family: georgia, serif;">---</span></p> |
'''<span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">After the Calamity</span></span></span>''' | '''<span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">After the Calamity</span></span></span>''' | ||
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 40px;"><span style="color:#899398;"><span style="font-family:georgia,serif;">When it all came to an end, a weak and afraid Xheja was found amongst the few remaining survivors and the plentiful dead. She and the others were taken back hold to Gridania and nursed back to health. In time, she had regained enough of her strength to return to her homeland, though she felt quite ''different''. Unsure what exactly had happened to her, only that she knew that she should've been dead by all rights, she simply chose to ignore it as best she could and attempt to return to a normal life. She resigned from the Order and packed up, retreating back into the Twelveswood.<br/><br/>When she arrived in her devastated home, she was welcomed back with open arms. For a time, all seemed to be fine. She slowly started to return to her old self, albeit a little more subdued and wordly. With the atmospheric aether levels still being in such a state of flux, Xheja was able to unknowingly absorb enough aether to keep a strong hold on her corporeal form and continue her conjuration. Yet as time went on and the aether settled, her hold grew weaker and her ability to conjure waned until she was finally able to summon forth magic no longer.<br/><br/>Terrified of what was happening to her, she sought out the tribal elders to listen to the voice of the Elementals, fearing it was they who stripped her of her ability to conjure. Yet when it came to light that her ability was no longer, the Elementals sensed that something was not quite natural about her existence. Fearing their wrath should they allow her to remain, the elders were forced to banish her from their homelands. Heartbroken and weak, she was forced to leave home, wandering until she was picked up by a caravan passing through on its way to Ul'dah.<br/><br/>After finally arriving in Ul'dah, Xheja was forced to live on the streets. Far too weak to take up the mantle of adventurer and too poor to buy an apprenticeship into any of the guilds, she scraped by on various low-paying odd jobs to survive. A break finally came to her, however, when she was hired by the Alchemists' Guild to transport some crystals to them from Camp Horizon. While handling the crystals, contemplating in desperation whether or not to pilfer a few to sell for her supper, she noticed that she could feel herself pulling the aether out of it and just how rejuvenating it felt. For the first time in a very long time, she felt some small sense of normalcy return to her. And with that, a plan was formed.<br/><br/>Xheja returned the crystals to the Alchemists' Guild and asked, instead of payment, for them to take her on as an apprentice. Though initially quite reluctant, she was finally able to convince one woman there to take pity on her and accept responsbility as her teacher. With her foot in the door, Xheja threw herself headlong into learning the craft. As an added bonus, becoming an apprentice made a large stock of crystals readily available to her. No one even noticed when a few would go missing, aether drained to replenish the hold she had on her own physical form.<br/><br/>With her fervent studying and her sharp mind, Xheja was able to become a somewhat proficient alchemist and develop a product line of her own and a small clientele. Using this success as a springboard, she decided that she would delve deeper into the meaning of her existence. That desire led her to the Arrzaneth Ossuary, where she suspected that she might find some answers in the multitudinous tomes and volumes of research within their walls. That was not all that she found, but also an aptitude for the art of thaumaturgy. Overjoyed to find that she still possessed some magical talent, her desire to commit to her research and magical studies was solidified.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 40px;"><span style="color: rgb(4, 22, 41); font-family: georgia, serif;">---</span></p> | <p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 40px;"><span style="color:#899398;"><span style="font-family:georgia,serif;">When it all came to an end, a weak and afraid Xheja was found amongst the few remaining survivors and the plentiful dead. She and the others were taken back hold to Gridania and nursed back to health. In time, she had regained enough of her strength to return to her homeland, though she felt quite ''different''. Unsure what exactly had happened to her, only that she knew that she should've been dead by all rights, she simply chose to ignore it as best she could and attempt to return to a normal life. She resigned from the Order and packed up, retreating back into the Twelveswood.<br/><br/>When she arrived in her devastated home, she was welcomed back with open arms. For a time, all seemed to be fine. She slowly started to return to her old self, albeit a little more subdued and wordly. With the atmospheric aether levels still being in such a state of flux, Xheja was able to unknowingly absorb enough aether to keep a strong hold on her corporeal form and continue her conjuration. Yet as time went on and the aether settled, her hold grew weaker and her ability to conjure waned until she was finally able to summon forth magic no longer.<br/><br/>Terrified of what was happening to her, she sought out the tribal elders to listen to the voice of the Elementals, fearing it was they who stripped her of her ability to conjure. Yet when it came to light that her ability was no longer, the Elementals sensed that something was not quite natural about her existence. Fearing their wrath should they allow her to remain, the elders were forced to banish her from their homelands. Heartbroken and weak, she was forced to leave home, wandering until she was picked up by a caravan passing through on its way to Ul'dah.<br/><br/>After finally arriving in Ul'dah, Xheja was forced to live on the streets. Far too weak to take up the mantle of adventurer and too poor to buy an apprenticeship into any of the guilds, she scraped by on various low-paying odd jobs to survive. A break finally came to her, however, when she was hired by the Alchemists' Guild to transport some crystals to them from Camp Horizon. While handling the crystals, contemplating in desperation whether or not to pilfer a few to sell for her supper, she noticed that she could feel herself pulling the aether out of it and just how rejuvenating it felt. For the first time in a very long time, she felt some small sense of normalcy return to her. And with that, a plan was formed.<br/><br/>Xheja returned the crystals to the Alchemists' Guild and asked, instead of payment, for them to take her on as an apprentice. Though initially quite reluctant, she was finally able to convince one woman there to take pity on her and accept responsbility as her teacher. With her foot in the door, Xheja threw herself headlong into learning the craft. As an added bonus, becoming an apprentice made a large stock of crystals readily available to her. No one even noticed when a few would go missing, aether drained to replenish the hold she had on her own physical form.<br/><br/>With her fervent studying and her sharp mind, Xheja was able to become a somewhat proficient alchemist and develop a product line of her own and a small clientele. Using this success as a springboard, she decided that she would delve deeper into the meaning of her existence. That desire led her to the Arrzaneth Ossuary, where she suspected that she might find some answers in the multitudinous tomes and volumes of research within their walls. That was not all that she found, but also an aptitude for the art of thaumaturgy. Overjoyed to find that she still possessed some magical talent, her desire to commit to her research and magical studies was solidified.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 40px;"><span style="color: rgb(4, 22, 41); font-family: georgia, serif;">---</span></p> |
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