Born as part of the Dotharl tribe in the Steppes, Othard, he was extremely young when his mother died in warfare. Typical to Dotharl tradition, the dead and weak get left behind-- and while it was not intentional, he was strapped to his mothers corpse (as children were not left to their own devices and were readily brought into the battle in his band) and she was never recovered in the battle. Almost freezing to death within the first hours, luck came about in the form of the Kahkol tribe. A mix of orphans from other tribes and using their numbers to stand strong, he was found half dead in the snow by them and taken in as one of their own.
Though he grew up with the Kahkol, it was evident he was not like many of the others. A Dotharl is very easily seen by their body and ferocity, and as such, he made little to no friends among his peers and foster parents. It wasn't that he was brutish or savage, it was that he took comfort in solitude and the quiet, yet was one of the most accomplished warriors and hunters within the group. Nothing ever good came from the dangerous quiet. The seeds of a lifelong hatred for the tribe of warring, the Dotharl, began the moment he was told of his true origins however the loathing was not just for the Dotharl but for any Xaela tribe that looked down upon him specifically. Kahkol leaders did nothing to quell this anger, for their hatred burned just as bright. Life was hard in the mountains, and the fires of hatred only helped to keep them strong as they continuously fended off attacks, scoured barren lands for prey and attempted to keep their spirits up by forging their own lore. They were a spiteful group... and because of this, anyone within their ranks grew just as venomously.
It was when he realized he could no longer further himself in Othard where he found his thoughts wandering to Eorzea. He had achieved everything-- he was the best at almost everything within the lonely mountains and there was nothing left to really conquer. The harshness of the life in the wilds were not his reason for wanting to leave, but rather, his lack of knowledge about the world bothered him. He had already proved himself as a bright child-- as well as an avid fighter-- within the tribe but there was only so much you could learn about life on the Steppes before you wondered what the rest of the world was doing. There were no books here, nothing to read. He had heard stories of fantastical tales from far away from elders... but they were not within material possession within the tribe. If there was one thing now that he could be better at that noone else was good at, it would be to become intelligent beyond normal Xaelic means.
And thus, with no real emotional ties to the people that had raised him, he left in the night. No goodbyes. No leave-behinds. Nothing.
It took him two months, barefooted, to reach the desolate Ishgard, worntorn and filled with people like himself. There was a war afoot he had heard-- he was lucky to be alive, he had also heard. He hadn't heard of such a thing back home... beasts against man? Homeless yet used to the cold, he began the next stage of his journey raiding kitchen trash piles, begging for scraps, stealing and brawling with other refugees and every now and again... squirreling himself away to the library, which was free of noise, of the snow and the judging; a place filled with texts he could not read. But he learned. Homeless for six years in Ishgard, with a little help and some guidance, he managed to make some sense of the strange words in his spare time and began to amass a collection of battlescarred books which he fondly thought of as his companions in his lonely journey. The upperclasses sneering were sometimes a problem, but many of them had their own personal libraries and as such the public kind was reserved only for the 'lesser beings'. He had become highly resilient to others referring to him as a buffoon, an idiot, a moron, a beast, a animal and so on. It didn't matter to him. He was trying to further himself and if they saw that as wrong, then they were no less animal than the brainless Dotharl that only lived to kill. The true animals.
There were many camps around for people like him in the wilds but he knew many were traps. He had seen many stray to them for help but had seen many vanish in the howling nights, and word got around that groups were either disposing or capturing refugees from Ishgard for cheap labor / using them as dummies for training-to-the-death in merc rings. This pressured him to try to get a job as fast as he could, but only semi-literate and only able to just speak Eorzean meant it was tough. He applied to the Knights of the Holy see for Dragoon work-- and was not deemed fast or graceful enough. Huge and heavy, the lance felt like nothing in his hands yet he could not muster up the poise needed for the jumps and quickly he gave up. He took up the shield and sword, but lacked the will to protect when he did not know who was good or bad. His horrible habit of thinking everyone was crooked in some way had developed into such an intense paranoia that he wouldn't protect anyone in case they were a murderer, a thief, or otherwise.
Finally, a laborer arrived looking for miners to aid him in the deep deserts to look for rare ore. It was an escape from Ishgard, at least, and though the pay was next to nothing... what else was there to do? Where else could he go? Would he have to wait for the camps to find him or take him, or would he have to flee back to Othard? Desperate, he gathered up his books and continued to live hopelessly among the rocky crags of the Southern Thanalan deserts, with his only possessions being books, to spend the rest of his life mining tirelessly upon the sands.
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