Born into a life of boredom and brine, Saldgeim swiftly found herself chafing under the lifestyle of a fisher-woman on the Bloodbrine sea.
She was born into a small community on the small isle of Swargybal which housed no more than a three dozen souls at a time. Her early life was as typical as one could expect, wreaking havoc among the fisherfolk on the shore, and getting far too up close and personal with the sea life that would brave the sandy stretches that were the outskirts of her world.
By the time she was old enough to be given responsibility she began doing her part in the community by fishing along the shore, cooking, mending clothing, and fending off the more ornery seakin who were drawn to their foodstores. On her eleventh summer she found herself joining her father on his fishing boat, pulling in nets due to the sudden absence of her mother who had left the isle looking to return to the lifestyle of a reaver.
Sadly for both Saldgeim and her father she never again set eyes on her mother, why it's quite likely she'll never know. Her absence made what was already a tough lot in life grew all the harder. Through grit and dire determination she and her all suffering father pulled through as well as they could, though there were more than few nights where they went to bed with nothing but sore muscles and empty bellies. Instead of dampening her spirits all this stoked the desire to see and do more than live in a tide-blasted hut on the sand, pulling in nets and sitting around a meager fire listening to old men tell tales of the glory days.
On her nineteenth summer Saldgeim's chance came, she took it without a moment's hesitation. She stole her way off her father's ship after feigning a sudden sickness during a trip to Limsa-Lominsa, and set out on her own.In the short moon and a half since her departure, Saldgeim has learned much and met many folk who have set her along a new and interesting path. She finds herself serving both as a member of the Rendezvous and a Junior Assessor for the Arcanist guild, with a wealth of opportunities open before her.
While certainly on the short side for a Roegadyn, Saldgeim is an excellent example of a Sea Wolf in the prime of her life. The grey-blue skin covers her strong frame carries its fair share of scars and calluses from a life of honest work. A light dusting of freckles begins around her collarbone and ends on her cheeks where it is most prominent, framing a pair of eyes which bear a color similar to a faerie apple's skin.
Fishing, fighting, or fraternizing she'll always be wearing light-weight clothing and gear of durable materials. While she certainly feels the siren call of fashion she lacks the means to truly indulge in it. Instead, she'll often wear a simple shirt, pants, and boots with at least one article dyed a shade of purple, and oft with the collar splayed open to display her torso and proportionally undersized bosom.When battle arrives she'll often be carrying a bow with a quiver of rather messily fletched arrows slung over her shoulder. Though she certainly has the strength to use more direct weapons she's always found using her sight and coordination to be more satisfying, doubly so when it irritates traditionalist father.
Driven and oft Sanguine, Saldgeim seeks one of the world's most elusive of treasures: A full life. Her pursuit of that goal has made her talkative and friendly, often leading her to striking up conversations when something catches her eye or when in a new place. She's even-keeled and warm to anyone she believes is a respectable, though when dealing with authority figures or ne'er-do-wells she'll reveal that she has quite a knack for politely worded insults and willingness to take a beating should she bring it on herself.
Though kind and often law abiding, her morals are a strange blend of Sea Wolf tradition and Eorzean politeness. In her mind might is not always right, but there's absolutely no reason why one shouldn't consider the short and brutish solution to a problem. Many a scourge has been put to rest by a well placed arrow or the edge of an axe. While she thinks the strong should not prey on the weak, the weak should not simply accept their lot in life when faced with adversity. If they are unwilling to better themselves or their community to be able to stand against their troubles then they deserve what comes to them.
Her willingness to let the weak get their just desserts begins to fade when she catches sight of young folk, animals, or a friend is in danger, and she'll sheepishly refuse to answer to anyone who questions the arbitrary limits to her rules.