Teveriel Anduin
 Teveriel Anduin
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| Gender | Male |
| Race | Elezen |
| Clan | Wildwood |
| Citizenship | Gridania |
| Guardian | Nophica, the Matron / Halone, the Fury |
| Occupation | Alchemist; scholar; arcanist |
Biography
Teveriel was born in Gridania to Celondor, an Ishgardian expatriate turned Wood Wailer, and Celinne, a native forestborn Wildwood of Gridania. As a child, he was frail and sickly, often requiring the assistance of the conjurers' healing arts. It was whispered that Teveriel's mother had done something to anger the elementals, and that his sickness was some manner of retribution. Celondor was quick to silence such rumors, and they soon faded along with the boy's illness. This childhood malady, although seemingly cured, would leave its mark upon the adult Teveriel, leaving him with a relatively poor constitution and a lingering pallor, as well as a nearly claustrophobic aversion to confinement. He still lapses into uncontrollable and often debilitating coughing fits; he must regularly take an herbal concoction to combat it.
His need to stay indoors also contributed to his becoming quite the bookworm in his early years. Teveriel soon gained an insatiable appetite for books - any books, all books! For the young Elezen, his time spent reading in quiet study was an escape from a dismal reality. This was in stark contrast to his two older brothers, Aelurian and Navarre, who followed in the footsteps of their martially proficient father, but wanderlust and the allure of adventure soon took them both far from Gridania. Aelurian loved the sea and traveled to La Noscea; Navarre left soon after, but told no one of his destination.
Teveriel, for his part, readily took to scholarly pursuits and soon began an apprenticeship at the Fane, gaining a higher understanding of the elements and the healing arts. Eventually he joined A.E.T.H.E.R., an academy devoted to adventuring, as an academician where he conducted research on flora, fauna, and alchemical applications thereof in addition to continuing his studies at the Fane.
Through the academy, he came to know much of the world outside the Shroud, working closely with his fellow scholars until its disbandment. With the threat of war rising, he soon joined the ranks of the Everwatch. Under Oskar Helvig's tutelage he found himself overcoming his physical limitations. At the same time, he also grew increasingly distant from his comrades, often disappearing for days at a time until, finally, he was never seen again - not even by his family - during the Sixth Astral Era.
Shortly after his departure his journal was found, most of it burned or otherwise defaced. What follows is a selection of journal entries from his time with the Everwatch:
pp. 20-21: It has been eight moons since last I wrote in these pages, and as many suns since Oskar welcomed me into the Everwatch. Something of an odd turn for me, others might think, - becoming a mercenary - and they wouldn't be wrong. But what brought me up to this point? Perhaps starting from the beginning will help to gather my thoughts.
When I first left the borders of the Twelveswood, it was to locate my brothers. I found Aelurian in Limsa Lominsa. In the years since he left home, he had found a place for himself there, in the employ of the Maelstrom. Serving in A.E.T.H.E.R., I had a few colleagues hailing from La Noscea, and so I knew the tales the locals told of a land of marauding pirates were mostly exaggerated, although it still took me by surprise.
As for Navarre... His disappearance continues to mystify, accompanied by rumors to which I'll not lend credence by writing them herein.
I recently heard a new voice through the Everwatch's pearl, one Kristiana. She introduced herself as one who advises on matters with the Garleans. I know not what might qualify her for such, as I held my tongue. But perhaps she could be of help locating Navarre.
Whatever the case, as Aelurian puts it, "a storm is brewing," and my studies at the Fane are not enough. I must test myself in combat if I am to help defend my homeland - no matter the cost.
Matron help me.
p. 25: Aether.
Exhilarating, intoxicating - like a lover's caress, coursing through my being as it pulses forth into my hands.
Power.
The more I wield it, the more I find myself craving it; it fills me until I feel ready to burst - and it often does, given the opportunity to use it again. Two suns ago during my studies, what was a gentle manipulation to call forth a breeze to sway the branches became an isolated windstorm, nearly injuring one of my fellow initiates in the process. I take it as a sure sign that my powers of conjury are increasing. But I felt a measure of pride in - indeed, even derived some enjoyment from - using my power in such a manner.
That is what frightens me.
p. 30: My studies at the Fane continue, much as they have been for the past moon. I believe I am gradually coming to terms with the other side of conjury - the subtle manipulation of the elements that have the power to do harm to my enemies as surely as to heal those whom I am charged to protect.
"All things in balance," I remind myself. I must not allow it to rule my thoughts, nor should I think myself the master. The elements and the powers I've learned to use simply "are." Still, there are times when I ask myself what it is that continues to drive me. I know the answer.
I seem to be learning quite a bit about myself of late, in truth. I have the likes of Oskar and Isilme - albeit indirectly - to thank for at least one of these revelations. Mere moons ago, I would have collapsed like a flan in a cupboard after twenty push-ups. I am perhaps not quite the sickly whelp I was before - and that gives me some measure of hope, at least.
p. 41: As I sit in the shadow of the Fane writing this, it almost makes me regret my decision. Yet there is no turning back, not now: this is my duty as a son and as a brother.
Aelurian... I know he would go with me, if I asked. But if the worst should happen, I cannot allow mother and father to suffer the loss of all of their sons. I hope they all understand.
Teveriel was not among those who awakened into a reborn Eorzea. In the moons between his departure and the Battle of Carteneau he searched for Navarre, his travels leading him to Mor Dhona. By pure chance, during a brief stop in Camp Revenant's Toll he met a former retainer to House Durendaire who claimed to have served with Navarre in Ishgard. Teveriel set out at once for their father's ancestral home.
He never reached the Ishgardian border. Waylaid by Garlean soldiers, he was ruthlessly subdued, interrogated, and ultimately hauled to a Garlean prison camp. Forced into servitude, Teveriel barely survived the brutal working conditions of the mines. He owed his survival in large part to Minabo Nabo, a Dunesfolk Lalafell who befriended him and took pity on him. The prisoners were given scant rations, but despite Teveriel's steadfast reluctance, Minabo shared his own food with the weakened Elezen, helping him to recover his strength. Indeed, the moons that followed saw Teveriel undergo a transformation, physically becoming stronger and, perhaps more dramatically, hardening his emotions into an impervious mask of stoicism. Together, Teveriel and Minabo vowed that they would escape their captors as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
Nothing could prepare them for that selfsame opportunity being none other than Bahamut.
Bahamut's Megaflare ravaged Mor Dhona, tearing the land and wrecking the Magitek machinery of the imperials. Most died in the ensuing chaos, but many more fled. And Teveriel's debt to Minabo was repaid when he freed the unconscious Lalafell from the fallen Vanguard that pinned him and carried him to refuge in a nearby cave. The Gridanian's conjury did the rest.
Bewildered and battered, the pair resumed Teveriel's previous trek to Ishgard, but were turned away at the gates. All efforts to contact Navarre proved fruitless, much to Teveriel's ire, but at Camp Dragonhead they were able to secure passage to a broken Gridania.
Like many disenfranchised adventurers from the area, the two friends assisted with the city-state's efforts to rebuild and recover from the Calamity. Teveriel resumed his studies at the Fane, but soon grew restless once more and traveled to Limsa Lominsa, the previous home of his eldest brother, Aelurian. He found no news of his whereabouts, only discovering that he had fought in the Battle of Carteneau and had not been seen since. Refusing to believe him dead, he remained in the Thalassocracy and eventually joined the fledgling Arcanist's Guild.
And now, five years after the Battle of Carteneau, his tale begins anew...
Appearance
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 170 ponz
Hair: Silver-blonde
Eyes: Light grey
Physical Description: Slender and somewhat pale of skin, especially for a Wildwood Elezen. Despite his pallor, he is quite fit, which may come as some surprise to those who knew him before the end of the previous era. Wears spectacles most of the time.
Voice: Steady and deliberately enunciated, deep and calm. Has been called soothing by some.
Character
Likes:
- Reading
- Magickal theory in all of its forms
- Ancient lore
- Fishing
- Fencing
- Mushrooms (if allowed to cook virtually anything, it's 99% guaranteed to contain them in some quantity)
- Herbal Tea
- Riding Éclair, his chocobo
- Select alcoholic beverages, which include La Noscean wine, especially Menage A Trois; Myllor's Poison (though he takes his without ice); and especially absinthe
Dislikes:
- Confinement
- Closed spaces
- Uncleanliness/disorder
- Most sweets
- Gossip
- Being reminded of his limitations
- Failure
- Garlemald
Personality
Teveriel is quite somber and serious to a fault, his stoic mannerisms sometimes coming across as rather cold to others. Intelligent and analytical, he feels most at home weaving his magick, studying arcanima, or performing alchemy.
Affiliations
Aelurian Anduin (PC) - Teveriel's eldest brother, an adventurer, who loved the sea and moved to Limsa Lominsa after he came of age. Participated in the Battle of Carteneau under the banner of the Maelstrom. Believed to be deceased following the onset of Calamity.
Lottie Forsaidh (PC) - A young woman with whom Teveriel shared a strong connection from a very young age. Despite often feeling confused and conflicted about his feelings for her, the two were inseparable well into their teens, until six years ago when Teveriel suddenly departed Gridania. Upon his return, they reconnected and even traveled together to Ul'dah after Lottie had pledged her healing ability to Siobhain Surtsthalwyn. Even as he found his feelings for her growing stronger, their relationship remained somewhat strained due to his unwillingness to discuss the details of his sudden disappearance.
Minabo Wabo (PC) - A Dunesfolk Lalafell whom Teveriel befriended during their imprisonment in Mor Dhona, where Teveriel saved his life following the wake of Bahamut's wrath. His family is somewhat prominent in Ul'dah, and shortly after the elezen and Lottie arrived in Thanalan he provided a house for the two to live in. Has connections with the thaumaturges of the Ossuary.
