Flitchee grew up following in the footsteps closely of his mother's stance on restoratives. At the earliest age he was tending to scrapes, bruises, and bug bites before he could even speak clearly. He was always happiest when manipulating restorative aetherial threads. Today, his passion for restoratives has grown stale. "Where was restoratives when his entire village was wiped off the map?" he thinks often. His current take on restoratives is a supportive intergration between it and the dark arts.
When Flithee found his childhood home detroyed, he vowed to take arms against those who wrought havok againt an innocent people. He traveled back to Ul'Dah and pleaded his case to the thaumaturge guild within the city. There, his control over destructive aetherics blossomed in acceleration. He never realized he had such a knack for destructive power. He has also met with a select few who have taught him greater secrets within the realm of the dark arts- those calling themselves Black Mages. Through his intensive studies, he has realized that destructive force is not the only path of true aetheric mastery. By combining white and black magic, one can become a vessel of true magical power.
While traveling through the Black Shroud, Flitchee's friend Gyles Ra'tava made an off-the-wall suggestion about Flitchee's spell targeting- as best as the mute Hyur could at least: Flitchee watched as Gyles held out an old short bow from his repertoire. "What? You want me to take up the bow or something?" Flitchee scoffed with a smirk. Gyles just smiled. That's just what Flitchee did. Today, his aim has improved dramatically and his destructive aetherics have seen the effect. When he is not slinging spells, he takes up the bow in the field.
"Gyles are you nuts-o? I'm not gonna use this sword! Gyles?...Hey! This is YOUR sword! I'm not gonna be this marmot's meat-shield! Gyles, come BACK!"