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River Diver
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Lalafell
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Plainsfolk
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Crystal Tower
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Researcher
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Summoner
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	River is one of the tallest lalafell, standing at a modest 3 feet 2 inches. His hair is a deep blue, and when grown longer, has the tendency to fade to white towards the tips; giving his hair the appearance of cascading waves. His eyes are heterochromatic, with his left being peculiarl red color, and the right being the same deep ocean blue as his hair. He wears aesthetic paint around his eyes, not only to help accentuate them, but also to help the conductivity of his spells when casting. Aside from that, there is a jewel placed upon his forehead, sometimes accented by the same paint to help give focus when attempting to mentally command his egi to do his bidding.

 	River tends to wear typical mage attire. Opting for stylish robes whose sleeves are either folded up, or short to help expose some of his skin. This choice is due to the belief that having exposed parts of ones body allows for a better system for which to siphon the aetherial energy’s of monsters to help in the summoning and attuning process. As most lalafells, River tends to lean towards more loose fitted clothing, help hide his rotund body, while also allowing more freedom of movement to cast spells and make the necessary geometric shapes in battle.
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	River tends to lean towards being the studious type. His belief is that with knowledge and understanding of thr arcane, he can become a force to help fight against another Calamity so that no one may need to suffer it again. He may not always say it, but he is more than happy to have some company regardless of what he is doing. The company tends to help ground him and remind of of the people that he wishes to protect. River has always had a drawn to the unknown, which explains his inner yearning to learn more about the Allagan Empire as well as other fallen civilizations within Hydaelyn.

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[hider=Origins]
	River’s past begins further than most, almost 5 millennia further. It all stems from the meticulous work of his mother, an Allagan researcher who helped the empire in creating biological weapons, soldiers of untold destruction, and the binding of primal. She tied all of these paths of aetherchemistry together in order to work on a life long project before the Fourth Umbral Calamity. By spiriting away Sahagin and locking them in chambers, she was able to keep a consistent flow of prayer and aether to help manifest and bind The King of the Whorl, Leviathan. 

	In doing so she would attempt to create a soldier beyond compare, someone who posses the strength and power of a Eikons, one that can help Xande in his conquest of Hydaelyn. At the time of her experiments she was with child, siphoning as much of Leviathans water aspected aether into her own would be son in order to bestow him as the first Eikon Soldier. At the time of his birth, he was taught how to siphon aether from such beings and thus did so for many years. These experiments caused physical changes to his body, replacing an Allagan red eye with that of a pool of blue, like the aether he was suffusing to himself. His hair began to take aspects of the whorl and his power of magic grew stronger than any soldier currently in existence.

	His time in Allag and The Crystal Tower was cut short however. Xande’s greed for the voidsent began to start the Fourth Umbral Calamity, and all of his mothers work would be for naught, it was this that brought her to seal her child in a stasis chamber and use her magicks to send River away to an undisclosed location. His chamber appeared in the South Western side of Eorzea, hidden from prying eyes. Calamity’s came and went, soon burying his chamber under the seas of La Noscea where he remained dormant until the fall of Dalamund.[/hider]
[hider=A New Beginning]
	Though the fall of Dalamund was a tragic moment for most, it turned out to be a lucky one for River. A blast of the moon careened into the waters, sending a massive wave towards the shores of Limsa, carrying his chamber onto its white sand beaches. The blow damaged the capsule, breaking River free from its clutches and breathing new life into him. He awoke there, stranded in small clothes, no memory of his past nor any inkling as to where he now was. The only clue he had was a small golden plaque with his name engraved into it.

	River’s legs wobbled and caved beneath him from the many years in stasis, his body not used to having to move. A kind stranger found him wandering the shores and took him in, gave him clothes, and sheltered him as well as others from the calamity currently taking place. River watched as chaos reigned outside the window, watching the sky fall even from this distance and it burned something inside of him, a great need of power to help those who cannot help themselves.

	From that point forward River had acquainted himself with the Arcanist Guild, doing all he could to study and learn the power of magic that they weilded. A combination of mystical arts and mathematics, woven together to create something new. There was a familiarity to all this for him, yet he simply brushed it off as destiny, something he was meant to be. From the moment he was able to cast his first spell, River took up any and all quests that he could find. Gaining as much experience as he could as an adventurer in order to become sharper in mind and body so that he may be allowed to learn from the tomes hidden away for higher students.

	As time went on his skills grew sharper, his knowledge of the arcane stronger, and his grasp on efficiency tighter. Now at his career he has gained something that seemed like such a far fetched goal, a soul stone. This stone marked him as a summoner, a conjurer of beasts of power and master of aether manipulation. Or at least that’s how it seemed, though there was still a long road ahead of him in uncovering more spells, theologies, and traits that would help him better himself. When the moment came to attempt his first summon, he crafted a peculiar egi. A Levi-Egi. This was a small being that looked akin to that of the Whorl Eater, created from the aether aspected in water, yet unknown to him that it was all due to the workings of millennia old magic long lost.  [/hider]
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[*]Favorite Dish: La Noscean Toast[/list]
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	[hider=Call to Adventure]The scent of the salty sea air permeated the Drowning Wench as River sat there with a tankard of mulled tea and a stack of tomes filling the other three chairs that sat at the table with him. It was a morning like any other, he sat there studying geometric shapes, looking for a way to improve on what he already knew, potentially tweaking some of the shapes by adding arrays, or layering more effects atop them to help make his magic more potent, faster, or less energy consuming. He reached for his tankard and took a moment to breathe in the spices that lingered in the drink, such exotic things should be enjoyed and savored after all. He took a sip as he flipped to the next page in the tome that he has read over a dozen times, each time hoping that something new might stand out to him. Baderon came out from behind the bar, making his way towards River with a plate of warm La Noscean Toast setting it down on an empty spot near the tea. 

[color=gray]"Yer readin' that bloody book again? How many times is it now?"[/color]

[color=38FEFD]"Not enough times it seems, I still haven't an inkling on how to move forward...There must be more to it than this, this can't be it."[/color]

	Baderon gave out a hearty laugh as he clasped his hand on Rivers shoulder. He shook his head slightly at the lalafell as he began to gesture towards the tomes and sea while he spoke.

[color=gray]"Yer never gon' find what yer lookin' in there. Only so much a book can teach ya', why not try yer luck out there, in the world. Yer bound ter find more knowledge or least different techniques beyond your dusty tomes. Here, I just got this notice. Was 'bout ter put it up but I figure I could let you see it first."[/color]

	River took the parchment out of Baderons hands and examined it thoroughly. There wasn't much information posted on it, just a name, location, and date really. He scratched his head as he turned the page over hoping to see more information but finding nothing of the sort. He was aware that the Quicksand was where Ul'Dah held their adventurers guild, so it'd be quite the voyage there, however Baderon was right in that he should explore the world more, see a wider variety of beasts to hunt and study as well as look at cultural magics and use that to help further his study on summoning, or at the very least find older beings for which to skin and tan to help create a better grimoire. He gave the notice back to Baderon with a smile and then turned to look out at the view of the sea, gulls flying in the distance just above ships that were coming in to dock. The cold sea breeze blew in, chilling River as his pages flipped rapidly and he could feel the call to adventure once again.

	River grabbed three leather belts, tying the books together and hoisting them over his shoulders and onto his back, making the short walk to the aetheryte crystal just outside of the Aftcastle and taking it to the Arcansit guild. As soon as he was whole again he waddled his way into the guild and told the receptionist he'd be returning the books indefinitely as he was going on a journey. Excitement filled him to the brim and River couldn't keep himself from grinning the entire time. He ran down Hawkers Alley visiting a few stores in order to gather ingredients for his journey as well as some non perishable foods mostly consisting of bags of raisins. The shopping always proved to be a bit more tedious than it should be, having many Roegedyns manning the stalls meant that a good portion of them didn't see the small lalafell when he stood right at the counter, often times needing to jump to grab their attention. However once it was all settled, River wove himself between the legs of the passerby's in a manner much akin to how a baby coeurl does, almost tripping a few patrons but having them only get a childish tongue sticking out to them if the bothered to grab his attention.

	Once he had made his way back to the Drowning Wench, he was horrified to see he had forgotten his plate of La Noscean Toast, a delicacy he would soon miss once he was abroad. He snagged his plate and took it with him upstairs into his inn room where he slowly munched on the rich, buttery bread that despite its name was exceedingly soft. There wasn't much to gather, his grimoire, spare sets of clothing, his battle robes, and what was gathered at the markets. The last item he had was a map of Eorzea, hung up on the wall with notes scribbled all over the La Noscean area with a grading scale of monsters that could be found, their difficulty in battle in relation to his current strength, as well as ingredients, landmarks, and other such things that he deemed of importance. The only other marker placed on that map was near Thanalan and Mor Dhona, a circle area labeled "The Flats of Cartaneu" a location said to be the source of where Dalamund fell, causing massive aetheric irregularities as well as the supposed location of the Sons of Saint Coinach, a group he knew only by name that studied the ruins of Allagan civilization; a subject matter that always interested River and called out to him like a beacon in the night. This guild, whoever they may be, would be a wonderful opportunity for River to be able to find residency in a major city that happens to be near the epicenter of the last calamity. He stared at the location longingly for a moment before finally rolling up the map and tying it to the bottom of his satchel and making his way to the docks.[/hider]
	[hider=Whorls Call]Frigid sea water splashed up high into the air, dissipating into tiny flecks of mist that sprayed against his face as the ship pressed on. There was a certain calm about River when he was out in the sea, as if it was home to him, inviting him to stay a while and live out his days surrounded by the mass of water. River stood there at the port side, hands against the wooden railing as he stared out into the ocean. He'd miss having this view, having to trade out a glittering sea that danced as if they were thousands of diamonds shimmering in an endless blue. A deep longing began to take him as he realized that he would be trading this out for nothing but an expanse of desert and heat beyond belief, a change he was not looking forward to. During one of the nights, River could've sworn he felt something stir beneath the ship. Running out to see if he could spot the source he found that no one else had stirred awake, no one felt the slithering that threatened to ensnare the ship. He saw nothing in the dark blue water, save for the reflection of the stars and moon on its surface. Just as he was about to turn back in for the night he saw a pair of red eyes, glowing beneath the waves just in his peripheral. His head snapped towards the shapes and there were two red beads, glowing and staring straight at him. The slithering stopped and a large serpent like figure loomed in the shadows, its dark body barely showing up within the black of the night.

	A voice called out to him, though only he could hear it. [color=aqua][i]Fear not young one, for the Whorl issss alwaysss with you. Even in the depths of that arid place.[/i][/color]

	Confusion filled him as the voice echoed in his head, the pair of ruby eyes sinking further and further into the depths as the words continued to resonate within him, growing more and more distant until the eyes were gone. Suddenly River jostled awake, cold sweat running down his face as he looked about the room. It was all a dream...an incredibly vivid dream. He got up and made his way topside, taking in the cool night air as he attempted to calm his nerves. Was the dream referring to his egi? Or was there more to the meaning behind what it seemed? He made his way port side once more and looked out into the sea in search for those eyes, ones he'd soon not forget. The waves were surprisingly calm as was the night, and he figured there was naught else to do but to return to his cabin and rest.

	The next few days on his voyage River spent his time primarily searching the seas for a sign of the King of the Whorl or whatever that deep sea creature was in his dreams. Flashes of visions would pass through his mind at night as he slept, the closer he got towards Ul’Dah, the more vivid these images seemed to be. Beautiful crystals the likes he’d never seen, inlaid with golden designs and very rarely he would see flashes of cracked containers; a Celeste green liquid spewing out and scaled hands with claws falling limp against glass. He knew naught what any of this meant, only that it seemed his adventure would bring more questions that would hopefully get answered.

	On the final day, Vesper bay was in sight and the tan-red stones of Thanalan were a great reminder to the loss of sea life he would soon obtain. He began to wonder what the local garb would look like as well as how his battle set would fair in this heat. Full glad that there were many openings to allow for more aetheric contact, and now air flow. As the ship docked and he bared his farewells, River made his way through the arid landscape, through Horizon and finally to Ul’Dah. More than a few creatures dared to stand in his way, each one taken down as they were no stronger than the beasts back home. River, however, was not aware of the more insidious characters that lurked within these lands, falling prey to a few too many thieves and Brass Blades who conned him of his Gil, leaving his coin purse lighter than he wished.

	There was still a week before the meeting took place and River used that time to survey the lands. Seeing its aether for himself first hand while taking in the local beasts, flora, fauna, and more. Unsatisfied with the age of many of the creatures, making it difficult to find a skin that would be useful to enhance his grimoire. He quickly learned to take the citizens words lightly, and to keep his coin purse hidden and out of reach. Many times walking around with his Egi summoned so that the more weak willed of assailants would be deterred from even attempting to mess with him. The local food was adequate but nothing like his meals from home, and he was more than delighted to find out that they sold Mulled Tea here as well, a taste of home to help quell the home sickness. 

	He often times reminded himself of why he was here, to help establish a base of operations to continue his line of study, hopefully get a chance to meet the fabled Sons as well as learning more about the most advanced civilization who’s hubris was their own downfall. But their knowledge and control over Primals was like none other, and that was a power he wished to obtain for himself. Egi’s were fine and well, but nothing compared to having the full power of a Primal at your disposal to do with as you pleased. Surely such talents would have helped against the last Calamity, perhaps weakened Bahamut to once more imprison him back within Dalamund. All these speculations would have to wait, the week was up and he was needed at the Quicksand to apply for a position amongst the ranks of The Twelve.[/hider] 

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