^{Viktus Balephyrm}

Words in a Song
As one taught with the art of song, Viktus has a penchant in creating poems and stringing music. However having a deep voice and being a Duskwight, he's quite mindful of how he sings - which isn't often. If you are kind enough to ask, he may sing for you, or perhaps the hefty weight of coin can tempt him further.Burning the Midnight Candle
A wandering mind does no one any favors. Spent from his travels, Viktus has an unhealthy habit of reading numerous books to fill the gaps of his loneliness. This bodes well with his desire to learn the arts of healing. He spends most of his days staying up all night and waking up far too early for his own good.Cursed
White vine-like aether slowly etch on his skin as time passes by. Every time he harbors affection for someone, affliction comes upon them thus he's learned to live a solitary life. The more he cared for people, the more the vines grew and hurt.Temperate Drinker
Viktus is not accustomed to partaking in alcohol thus can be inebriated quite easily. He is not too keen with strong spirits as a single glass can ease his barriers a notch.Sentimental Trinkets
Viktus enjoys crafting small items that remind him of people. He collects bits and pieces in his adventure to craft a small tool or accessory that he will gift to an individual he cares for dearly.

Fear of the Water
Despite the absence of his memories, Viktus has a fear of the open sea which makes him unable to stand the sight of deep waters. Though he is capable of swimming, he prefers clear waters. This fear has made him averse in fishing.Botanical Interest
After having been saved by a conjurer in his youth, Viktus has developed a keen interest in flora. His near obsession has brought him around Eorzea, collecting herbs and plants to grow. Though not one to stay in one place too long, the elezen makes good use of his temporary home to foster plants to aid him in his ventures.Odd Visage
Viktus has notable grayish skin, which makes him an odd fellow in the forests of Gridania. More so, his dual-colored eyes are uncommon to elezens. Scars litter his body, a souvenir of his many lone adventures. If one is aether sensitive, they would see the aether vines along his skin.Tonic or Toxic
Having been employed for his knowledge in herbology, Viktus has spent his time recovering studying the arvchives in the consortium he works for. He's delved his time into concocting potions, as well as other mixtures that dare not be consumed by mortals. A trade for gil, much safer than barding along unknown streets.

幾翔 (イクト・Ikuto)Age: ~27 in 'mortal years'
Occupation: Apothecarist, Record keeper
Key Traits: Perceptive, knowledgeable, very poor sense of direction
--Born into a very conservative Tengu tribe, Ikuto was born to a lower noble family. The youngest son and soon to be heir of the family was sooner cast out once he grew white wings. White wings were rare, more so an oddity to the Tengu who naturally had black feathers for their wings.Under normal circumstances, Ikuto would be killed to avoid earning the wrath of the Gods but due to his family’s pleas he was sooner adopted by the monks. To avoid further gossip and to steer the child away from the public’s scrutiny, he grew up within the temple. Stripped of his family name, the child lived only as ‘Ikuto’, to fly high in the sky.An endeavor he can never have.Under the guise of evening and on nights where the moon shone upon the sky, the young tengu would head out to gather herbs or merely sneak off to avoid the stifling life of a cloistered youth. He has never known the touch of sand beneath his feet, feared the deep oceans and lingered close to the mountains due to the foliage they offered.To fend off the beasts during his trips, Ikuto learned the art of the bow. Not the best in fletching an arrow while flying but enough to fend off what can be dealt with.As the years went by, Ikuto matured into a demon with pursed lips, piercing mismatched eyes and the smell of herbs following his steps. No longer chained to the temple, his mentor has brought him along with him to visit towns who seek aid from monks and ascetics.Once he has passed the merits of his master, Ikuto ventures as a traveling apothecarist. Though he hides his wings through glamour, a feat he is not to found of, he has stitched himself into the mortal community as a stern individual. He keeps to himself, offering aid to those who seek his mending and balms. Through his odd service, he's lived off much of his life alone within a shack, malms away from towns.His odd lifestyle and looks have garnered some stares but curious mouths were easily silenced with a glare.

馮 奕晨 (Féng Yi Chén)
Age: 35 years old
Occupation: General
Key Traits: Ruthless, Calculating, Venerable
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Born as the first son of a small migrant family, Yichen was taken away from his family to become a child soldier. Growing up, he was led to believe he was only made for war and to kill anything that stood in the emperor's path. Due to his upbringing, the young elezen was detached from normalcy and emotions.Yichen rose to the rank of general from his prowess in the battlefield, his weapon of choice a broadsword to which he replaced in the future with a scythe. His weapon and prowess in sweeping off the enemies from his excursions earned him the title of 'Reaper' within the ranks.Despite the path of bloodshed he made, Yichen had settled down with a wife and unborn child on the way. They unfortunately perished to bandits raiding his home while he was away during one of his war excursions. This left him bitter and threw himself into war to distract his thoughts from 'living'.In one of his ventures, he came across a village that had fallen to the enemy soldiers. He found the young viera An Rui, whom he adopted and trained. He fondly calls him his son, teasing his young charge and giving him that small reprieve of failing his family when they needed him the most.

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Viktus (?)
Age: Unknown
Race: Dagan
Key Traits: Mischevious, Cunning, Quick to Boredom, Enjoys toying with Mortals
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Viktus drowned upon escaping from his captors, his small body sinking into the inky abyss. Feeling sympathetic for the loss of a young life, the dagan takes hold of the boy’s body, taking control of it and concealing his true identity.He slips into the boy’s existence like a second skin, washed ashore near the Salt Strand. Feigning the loss of memory, the dagan uses Viktus’s mortal coil as his means to venture along the land.Growing up within the outskirts of Limsa Lominsa, Viktus made a name for himself. The ideal individual for pirates and sailors to reach out to should they need some guidance to sail through the seas. Desperate for guidance, it was comical how many mortals had called him by his true name.Yet the dagon had his bouts of boredom, shaping legs into fins whenever he was eager to escape the land.At times he wondered when the gods would sunder a being such as him, but he could care less about being someone's pawn and living a carefree, if not sinister life. His mood shifts so quickly, like the waves.The Dagon enjoys toying with mortals, using his beguiling disguise to tempt them to their deaths or perhaps play with them before he devours them. Such is the life of a god, is it not?