Given how little Lore is available for them, i have taken a shot at a character back story. i would like some opinions and critique before i move it over to my wiki. I hope you enjoy!
Aven is a Xaela Au Ra who has wandered long and far from his homelands. In his teenage years, his nomadic family was slain by a rival family. He took an arrow through his chest and was left for dead. Aven was extremely lucky to have the condition of Situs Inversus (which he had no knowledge of) so the arrow had only priced his lung and not his heart.
               Aven was on deaths door and for a moment he might have actually died, but a wandering conjurer had seen the conflict and rushed to the site after the attackers had looted and fled. The conjurer healed his wound and left before Aven ever saw his face. Though the wound was healed a scar forever remains upon his chest.
               (depending on Au Ra Naming conventions, if Aven does not fit, he would have discarded his old name in his shame of defeat. He would have picked up his current name over the course of his travels.)
               His family and friends now gone, he was wracked with guilt for being the sole survivor. He lay among the fallen until his hunger clawed at him from the inside. When he could bear it no longer, he took up a broken sword and headed out to hunt. Everything he did felt numb, he moved and acted only to survive. He wandered away from the scent of death that lingered heavy in the air, his guilt still hanging heavy in his heart. Eventually he found himself far outside of Au Ra lands and found himself in Hyr territory. He was feared and was chased away from the town. He lingered on the outskirts doing what he could to survive, stealing food and new clothing.
               One day monsters attack the town (ill figure out what latter) While the guards had it mostly under control, a wall was broken and many civilians were endangered. Aven leapt into action not thinking of his own safety. He held off the creatures protecting those he could until reinforcements arrived. The family he saved vouched for his bravery and Aven was allowed to be among the town. He worked any odd job he could find gathering gil, equipment and food. His martial prowess did not go unnoticed either. He trained to join their guard and put forth great effort to show his loyalty.
               To hide his abnormal appearance he commissioned and suit of black plate armor which he wore day in and day out. He was intimidating in appearance but many of the villagers knew of his caring attitude and willingness to help. He found his larger size and great strength lended him to use a great sword of axe, wielding the large two handed weapons to devastating effect against the local threats.
               One day a Coerthan hunting party came through the town. They said they were hunting dragons and heretics. Fearfull of his life and his reptilian nature, Aven fled and resumed his nomadic lifestyle. He kept his armor donned whenever he thought he might be seen as to keep his identity and race safe.
               He hated his own cowardice, and he hated his weakness that forced him to hide, so he began to see out ways to become stronger. He wanted strength to protect what he cared for. Strength to be free of anyone who would oppress him, and strength so that one day he might find those who slew his family and send them to the void.
               (Depending on how lore breaking it is, I know there are only a limited number of dark knights, so I have been trying to find a way to make him dark knightesque. My idea Is that his near death experience put him on the edge of the void without making contact with it. This experience gave him an affinity to dark magic and allows him to wield it alongside of his sword play.)
Please give helpful feedback and critique, and thank you for taking the time to read my silly stories.
Edit: changed White mage to Conjurer
Aven is a Xaela Au Ra who has wandered long and far from his homelands. In his teenage years, his nomadic family was slain by a rival family. He took an arrow through his chest and was left for dead. Aven was extremely lucky to have the condition of Situs Inversus (which he had no knowledge of) so the arrow had only priced his lung and not his heart.
               Aven was on deaths door and for a moment he might have actually died, but a wandering conjurer had seen the conflict and rushed to the site after the attackers had looted and fled. The conjurer healed his wound and left before Aven ever saw his face. Though the wound was healed a scar forever remains upon his chest.
               (depending on Au Ra Naming conventions, if Aven does not fit, he would have discarded his old name in his shame of defeat. He would have picked up his current name over the course of his travels.)
               His family and friends now gone, he was wracked with guilt for being the sole survivor. He lay among the fallen until his hunger clawed at him from the inside. When he could bear it no longer, he took up a broken sword and headed out to hunt. Everything he did felt numb, he moved and acted only to survive. He wandered away from the scent of death that lingered heavy in the air, his guilt still hanging heavy in his heart. Eventually he found himself far outside of Au Ra lands and found himself in Hyr territory. He was feared and was chased away from the town. He lingered on the outskirts doing what he could to survive, stealing food and new clothing.
               One day monsters attack the town (ill figure out what latter) While the guards had it mostly under control, a wall was broken and many civilians were endangered. Aven leapt into action not thinking of his own safety. He held off the creatures protecting those he could until reinforcements arrived. The family he saved vouched for his bravery and Aven was allowed to be among the town. He worked any odd job he could find gathering gil, equipment and food. His martial prowess did not go unnoticed either. He trained to join their guard and put forth great effort to show his loyalty.
               To hide his abnormal appearance he commissioned and suit of black plate armor which he wore day in and day out. He was intimidating in appearance but many of the villagers knew of his caring attitude and willingness to help. He found his larger size and great strength lended him to use a great sword of axe, wielding the large two handed weapons to devastating effect against the local threats.
               One day a Coerthan hunting party came through the town. They said they were hunting dragons and heretics. Fearfull of his life and his reptilian nature, Aven fled and resumed his nomadic lifestyle. He kept his armor donned whenever he thought he might be seen as to keep his identity and race safe.
               He hated his own cowardice, and he hated his weakness that forced him to hide, so he began to see out ways to become stronger. He wanted strength to protect what he cared for. Strength to be free of anyone who would oppress him, and strength so that one day he might find those who slew his family and send them to the void.
               (Depending on how lore breaking it is, I know there are only a limited number of dark knights, so I have been trying to find a way to make him dark knightesque. My idea Is that his near death experience put him on the edge of the void without making contact with it. This experience gave him an affinity to dark magic and allows him to wield it alongside of his sword play.)
Please give helpful feedback and critique, and thank you for taking the time to read my silly stories.
Edit: changed White mage to Conjurer
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