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
“even after the world was saved, she wandered — not lost, but searching.”after ending the song of oblivion and fulfilling her role as the warrior of light, claire kreiss found herself adrift. peace had come to the star, but not to her heart. the scions disbanded. the weight of every life lost in her name settled heavy on her shoulders. and when she realized that hades and hythlodaeus had forgotten her due to hermes’s invention — kairos — the grief became unbearable.her last battle with zenos had been meant to be her last moment. she had been ready to die with him — to meet her mirror in death as she had in purpose. but fate refused her rest. she awoke again. alive. always alive.her grief and guilt consumed her. claire turned to the first and, in secret, manipulated the crystal tower to send herself back to the time of the ancients. her goal: to stop the final days before they began. to save them all. to undo the suffering. but she failed. 187 times. and with each failure, she frayed a little more.in a moment of longing and despair, claire stood on the moon and used her azem stone to summon someone — him. her zenos. not a version, not a shade, but the one she had lost. and he answered.he scolded her for her self-destruction, for drowning in sorrow that wasn’t hers to carry alone. and though he stayed with her only briefly, he remained on the moon — not abandoning her, but waiting. waiting for her to choose life again.shortly after, claire confronted hades. in his harsh truth, she saw the depth of her wounds. he reminded her that their sacrifice was not to be undone. that hythlodaeus had chosen his fate. and that the lives lost — including his own — had meaning only if she lived.her time-jumping ceased.in a final flicker of hope, she attempted to summon her azem — phaethusa solis. though nothing happened at first, claire believed she had failed. in truth, it simply took time for the soul to return.meanwhile, she returned to the star she called home, learning that her birthplace in the skatay range had suffered in the wake of garlemald’s collapse. she fetched zenos from the moon, and together they began a new chapter — not of redemption, but of rebuilding.they traveled together, bringing aid to the villagers, restoring trade routes, and rediscovering the world not through conquest but care. zenos remained hooded when needed, but never far. he fought beside her not for glory — but for her.they made their home in a forgotten galvus estate nestled near dalmasca. it was quiet, hidden. a place where claire tended gardens and zenos found peace he never understood. and in that stillness, they began to build something neither had ever known: a life.claire still carries her grief. she always will. but she no longer lets it define her. she walks forward, hand in hand with the one she once thought lost — and step by step, she begins to find her own way back, too.
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.