Lyrran Storm
Viera - Veena ♂
Nameday: 13th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon
Age: 23
Early Life
Having a vague memory of being a very small child, living near a dense forest, Lyrran always assumed that he was born in or near a Viera colony. However, unlike most male Viera, he did not live there until his thirteenth nameday. He was certain that he’d have remembered that.He had a hazy memory of a woman with hair similar to his own, who he always assumed was his mother, but he couldn’t remember much more about her. He knew that when he was a boy of six summers, he’d wandered on his own for a while, propelled by his curiosity, but it couldn’t have been for too long, as he hadn’t starved or died of exposure.He remembered following the smell of food, and stumbling into the camp of a merchant caravan. He remembered riding in their lumbering carts for what seemed like many days, until they reached the towering gates of a city in the middle of a desert. The kind merchants took him to a foundling home in the city of Ul’dah, where he learned to read and write, to speak the common tongue, to barter, trade, and steal. Though the last was not something he was taught, it was a skill he learned, nonetheless.Bibileu, the headmistress of the foundling home, enrolled Lyrran with the Gladiators’ Guild when he came of age, hoping that Mylla and her trainees would be something of a stabilizing influence on him, and, to an extent, it worked. He did not lose a jot of his flamboyance, but he did seem to have fewer run-ins with the law, and seemed to finally begin making friends.He had not been a part of the guild long, however, before his curiosity landed him in Limsa Lominsa, thoroughly lost. It was there that he met his lifelong best friend, Vrol.
