By the 20th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon, a little creature was born, peacefully falling asleep after the first cry. Named Iona by their mother, the long eared kit had blonde fur and dark skin, such as many of their kin of the Eruyt Village, the place they were born.A sacred place to the Rava Viera within the Golmore Jungle, one of the most protective β even aggressive β villages. A place Iona would need to leave after reaching teenage years, for it was revealed the little kit was a male, and had to follow the procedures to become a Wood Warder.A duty only few survived, but he had a great mentor to help β his very own father, that brought him from the Eruyt Village to the heart of the Golmore Jungle among other male kits. A new name was received, and Leifur he became, marking a new life, a fresh new beginning.Years passed, but the brutal rite of passage was concluded. The axe was his weapon of choice, and Leifur Rehw-Setlas he was named, guarding around the territory of the Orbonne Monastery, so no intruders would pass through his defenses. Like many of the males of the small pod he lived in, the Rava man attacked on sight whenever outsiders tried to cross their territories. No questions, no conversations. Leifur was tasked to take the heavy armored invaders while the other men had a rather stealthy approach.Rehw-Setlas meant he was the Rava that claimed the title of the βfertile soilβ, or even the βwordly earthβ, balancing his Djt-Setlas, βcliffβ and βheavenly earthβ counterpart.He lived in isolation for beyond a century, reaching his village of birth only to gather male kits and train them to become warders, just like what happened to him β such was the way of the Viera.
There once was a time in which Leifur joined other males to follow the traditions of the mating season, and Nojra, a childhood friend, was his chosen one. Years later, Jote told him a child was born, but Nojra never gave him their offspring for Leifur to train. It was assumed they turned out to be a female. Alas, the Rava man never met Arja.At the dawn of his 121th birthday, a vision echoed inside his head after seeing a meteor shower. Never once he had felt that deep nostalgia and his heart began racing as fast as his mind; he had to find his teacher and heal him, and yet, couldnβt tell who that teacher was, nor who was that man called Asclepius.Leifur had to leave the jungle and his village to find his teacher, for he felt it was a matter of life and death. Little did he knew that said man was no more β and what he saw was a memory from millennia before. The Viera man embarked on his journey to study about healing, leaving his axe behind. A change of winds. Instead of killing, heβd be nurturing life, like the fertile soil his previous title carried as a meaning.A jack of all trades he became, saving some coins to buy his books and look for shelter in a land unknown. After traveling for years through the far east, Leifur moved to Eorzea, and finally found what he was looking for when he learned about the Sharlayan Studium. Again, he had to pay for his living and work his best to finally join the institute. He wondered if all his studying was as tiring as his warder training.Finally, he received his first nouliths, and so his life started anew once again. Leifur still travels to work on whatever is at his reach, but his true reason of wandering from side to side is a goal still not achieved. He will find his teacher; and he'll save him.
