claire kreiss.
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General Info
Character Name: Claire Kreiss
Nicknames: Pinky (lovingly given by An’ Dagda)
Main Classes: White Mage and Dancer
Age: 87 (physically) / 227 (mentally)
Birthdate: 10th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon
Guardian: Nymeria
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Skatay Range
Race/Nationality: Viera | Veena
Education: Studied medicine for a short time in the Studium
Titles or Degrees: Warrior of Light
Likes: Animals, cute things, charity, dawn, sweet treats, and discovery.
Dislikes: Frogs, cold weather, and puns.
Hair Color: Light pink with deep fuchsia lowlights,
Eye Color: Periwinkle
Height: 5’11
Weight: 178 pounds
Dominant Hand: Right
Fashion/Style: Many whites and blacks, hardly ever wearing pants.
Current Residence: The Lavender Beds, somewhere between time and space, the Crystarium, Amaurot, and Elpis
before warrior of light
born in the misty embrace of the skatay range, claire kreiss—then known as c’ece—grew up amidst the towering trees and hidden glades that had sheltered her people for generations. her early years were marked by both joy and sorrow: her mother, a gentle but frail woman, succumbed to illness during a particularly harsh winter. the loss left a wound that never fully healed.her father, like most male viera, returned to the deeper forests, abiding by the ancient customs that separated the men from the women. yet even by viera standards, his departure was especially cold—he vanished without a word, never speaking to his daughter or her siblings again, even on his rare returns. young c’ece watched him from afar, hoping for a glance or a greeting that never came. this silent rejection shaped her fiercely independent spirit and her determination never to abandon those in need.in the absence of her parents, she was raised by her grandmother, a revered healer among the veena of the skatay range. her grandmother’s hands—steady and skilled—mended broken bones and soothed fevers with equal care. under her guidance, c’ece learned the delicate art of herbal medicine, poultices, and the healing traditions that had sustained the viera through centuries of isolation.for decades, c’ece dedicated herself to her people, tending wounds and comforting the ill. but even the deepest roots can feel the call of the wider world. at the age of 84, curiosity and a restless desire to expand her knowledge drove her to sharlayan’s studium. there, amidst the labyrinthine stacks of tomes and the hum of eager scholars, she traded her forest name for the new identity of claire kreiss, determined to make her mark beyond the skatay range.for two years, she immersed herself in the studium’s vast stores of knowledge, refining her craft and mastering disciplines her grandmother had only hinted at. yet the world outside the ivory towers still called to her. she set forth as a traveling medic, sharing her skills with villages from la noscea’s rugged coastlines to the steppes of yanxia.it was during this wandering that fate’s hand guided her to the scions of the seventh dawn—a fellowship of heroes bound by duty and friendship. drawn into their struggle against the darkness threatening eorzea and beyond, claire embraced the role of warrior of light. though she often longed for the quiet comfort of the skatay range, she knew her destiny lay in standing between the innocent and the encroaching night.
current path
after the final battle with the endsinger, claire kreiss—once celebrated as the warrior of light—found herself adrift in a sea of grief. the revelations in elpis shattered something inside her: that hades and hythlodaeus, companions she had come to cherish during her time in the distant past, had their memories of her erased by hermes through his invention, kairos. the realization that those bonds, so genuine and deeply felt, were stripped from their minds left claire feeling hollow.the final confrontation with zenos scarred her soul even deeper. in that final dance of blades, she met him not as an enemy, but as an equal—two souls who understood one another’s longing for purpose, for release. as she raised her weapon, she fully intended to die alongside him, her purpose as the warrior of light fulfilled. yet fate—or the star itself—refused to let her rest. she awoke once more, gasping for air, saved yet again by forces she did not understand.confusion and guilt plagued her: why was she always the one to live, when so many—friends, comrades, strangers—had perished in her path? why was her burden so heavy, yet so inexorably unending? that grief curdled into a desperate, selfish longing to undo the tragedies that had defined her journey.her answer lay in the first, where she bent the ancient power of the crystal tower to her will. driven by equal parts grief and hope, she attempted to pierce the veils of time itself—to return to the final days of etheirys, to stand beside the ancients and avert the catastrophe that birthed so much suffering. if she could save them, she reasoned, perhaps she could heal her own wounds. but even she knew that doing so might erase her own existence, unraveling the fragile tapestry of her life.yet every attempt ended the same: failure. time itself resisted her. 187 times she had tried—and 187 times she had failed. each failure gnawed at the edges of her sanity, leaving her on the brink of despair. yet she could not let go of the dream of saving them—of seeing hades and hythlodaeus smile once more, and perhaps finding a world where the final days never came to pass.now she wanders—a wanderer caught between past and present, sanity and madness—haunted by her own choices, yet unable to stop. somewhere inside, the healer who once tended the sick in the skatay range still fights to believe in tomorrow. but the weight of her failures and the ghosts of those she’s lost leave her wondering if she has the strength to keep walking this path.
FOUND FAMILY
in her desperate quest to undo the final days of eitherys, claire’s journey carried her across countless shards and reflections of her own world. it was on one such shard—a hauntingly familiar echo of her own—that she first encountered eudora ballad, a warrior of light not unlike herself.claire had originally come to this shard with cold purpose: to study eudora’s life, her decisions, and perhaps find a way to exploit this reality’s circumstances to aid her own doomed efforts. she watched from the shadows, her presence a secret observer to eudora’s struggles and triumphs. but after three months of silent observation, her careful distance unraveled when eudora discovered her.rather than reacting with suspicion or anger, eudora met the grieving and unstable viera with open arms, offering patience and kindness that claire could neither comprehend nor refuse. she found herself drawn in by eudora’s unwavering warmth—something she hadn’t felt since the days with her grandmother in the skatay range. in the nights spent tending the wounds of strangers and the quiet mornings sharing stories, claire felt something like family for the first time in centuries.standing by eudora’s side was her husband, khorus ballad, a warrior of quiet strength and deep compassion. though initially wary of claire’s motives, khorus recognized the pain behind her eyes and extended the same acceptance that eudora had shown. his calm, steady presence became an anchor for claire during her darkest hours—a reminder that some burdens are easier to bear when shared.then there was ize’rah tia, the playful and fiercely loyal miqo’te who never failed to draw a reluctant smile from claire with his irreverent jokes and mischievous grin. ize’rah refused to treat her like a ticking time bomb or a tragic hero; he saw her simply as a friend—a companion worthy of laughter and lightheartedness. his easy laughter, so different from the burdens she carried, helped soften the jagged edges of her grief.though claire continued to wrestle with her own guilt and the gnawing ache of her failures—returning again and again to the crystal tower, chasing the specters of the final days—she always found her way back to them. eudora and khōrus, united in their love for each other and their unwavering support for those around them, along with ize’rah’s infectious spirit, became a refuge. their patient love and steadfast support slowly mended the fractures in her heart, even as the ache of loss refused to fully fade.in their presence, claire discovered that family didn’t have to be bound by blood or fate. even in her darkness, she found light in their laughter, strength in their acceptance, and a fragile hope that maybe—just maybe—she didn’t have to save the world alone.
bits and pieces
core strength: patience
claire’s greatest strength is her unshakable patience. she’s not one to rush decisions or let anger cloud her mind. even in the direst circumstances—whether facing the endsinger or comforting a lost soul—she remains calm and steady. only when the world itself teeters on the brink of destruction does she set her patience aside, driven by an urgent, unstoppable force to protect those she loves.secret fear: passion’s cost
she fears the depth of her own passion—its power to consume her. her love and compassion, while noble, can become blinding. she’s chased dangerous dreams to save the ancients, even at the risk of her own sanity. she knows that her passion drives her to fight, but it can also lead her astray, pushing her toward decisions she later regrets.the burden of heroism
being the hero who saved the source, the first, and countless lives across the shards has left claire deeply exhausted. each time she’s called to battle, the weight of lives she couldn’t save grows heavier. she’ll never fail to stand between humanity and destruction—but behind her strength lies the quiet, gnawing question: when will she be saved in turn?fulfilled purpose—or not?
after defeating the endsinger, she felt her purpose as the warrior of light was finally complete. she was ready to die in her final battle with zenos—he was her equal, her mirror—and she saw no reason to continue. but fate, in its cruelty, pulled her back from death yet again. since then, she’s been drifting, fulfilling others’ needs because she believes humanity still requires her. venat’s last wish—that she continue to protect the world—remains a promise she feels duty-bound to keep, though her own heart feels lost.missing the scions
she misses the scions dearly—the found family who stood by her through endless battles. their disbanding left her with a void she struggles to fill. she yearns for their camaraderie, their laughter, their unwavering support. without them, the world feels lonelier.walls around her heart
even among those who love her, claire holds herself back. she doesn’t want to burden others with her pain or her endless cycle of failures. she fears that letting them see the darkness she carries will only hurt them, so she keeps her struggles locked inside.driven by hope and memory
her driving force is her desperate hope to undo all the suffering she’s witnessed. she clings to the wish that hades and hythlodaeus might remember her someday, even if she has to die to make it happen. she’s haunted by the thought that maybe, somewhere in the lifestream, zenos waits for her—her mirror, her rival, her reflection.the weight of guilt
she feels every death she couldn’t prevent. every life lost on her watch presses on her heart like a stone. she can’t help but wonder if there was something she missed, some way she might have saved them. the guilt is a constant companion she can never fully silence.tempted to give up—but can’t
she’s thought about giving up—many times. but every time she gets close, a voice in her heart whispers: “what if the next time is the one that works?” she can’t bear to let go now, not when she’s come so far, not when she might be on the brink of changing everything.the dream of peace
peace for claire would be a simple life back in her village. she’d return to the forest she once called home, tending to the sick and wounded as she once did. she’s never felt the need for children of her own—her purpose would be to serve her people and the forest. she’d fade into the quiet, content to heal rather than to fight.home among the ancients
in her countless attempts to avert the final days, amaurot has become a second home. she’s lived among the ancients, serving on the convocation as a bookkeep even. she’s sat beneath the boughs of their trees, listening to their laughter and wisdom, learned their ways, and felt—if only for a fleeting moment—like she belonged in their world.a message to those she loves
if she could speak to hades and hythlodaeus one last time, she would ask them to remember her. she’d plead for them to live true to their hearts, to never let regret shadow their lives. “please remember me.”
PHAETHUSA SOLIS - AZEM
name: phaethusa solis
title: azem — the traveler, the wayfarer
name meaning: phaethusa, “radiance” or “shining one”; solis, “of the sun”appearance:
– light blonde hair, often messy or wind-tossed from her endless journeys
– fair skin, prone to sunburn despite her name
– vivid red eyes, known for their soul-sight — perceptive, but lacking the depth of vision seen in hades or hythlodaeus.personality:
– brilliant and well-read, phaethusa’s mind brimmed with knowledge of the star’s wonders — but it was paired with a clumsiness that earned both fondness and frustration among her peers
– absent-minded and prone to distraction, often losing herself mid-thought as she spotted some small marvel or puzzle to solve
– loud, joyful in speech, and sometimes a little too honest for courtly company
– well-traveled and endlessly curious, she held a deep love for life in all its forms, which made the approach of the final days all the more heartbreaking for herplace in the convocation:
– respected for her scholarship and compassion, though some of the convocation found her scatterbrained nature unbecoming of azem’s office
– known to disappear for moons at a time on her wanderings, returning with relics, stories, and strange solutions to problems no one else could seerelationship to claire:
phaethusa never met claire — not truly.
in claire’s many doomed efforts to change history, she came close: a glimpse across a plaza, a fleeting shadow in the wilds, a presence at the edge of dreams.
but phaethusa always knew. she sensed claire’s interference with time and choice, felt the ripples in the aether — and chose, with great sorrow, not to act.
because to act would break the star further. and azem’s duty, even in defiance, was to protect it.fate:
phaethusa followed the canon path of azem:
– she refused to join venat’s cause outright, nor could she stand with the convocation’s choice to sacrifice their kin
– she resigned her seat and walked away, choosing to aid where she could, helping the lost and the frightened in the chaos of the final days
– ultimately, she perished in the ruin of amaurot, one small light swallowed by the nightand yet, in defiance of law and doom, hades — grieving and unwilling to let her legacy end — forged the azem stone in secret, so that her spirit might endure in some form beyond the end.