
Seneca Laelithar
Live by the sun, love by the moon
Background

Most of what can be recalled of his troubled youth are but blurred and scattered images of a war-torn land. Born along the western coast of Ilsabard, having no real recollection of his biological parents, or even his birth-name for that matter. Seneca was forced to flee his homeland as a child and traveled south -- to the snow-capped peaks of Ishgard.An outcast and a refugee at that, Seneca spent some number of years fighting for scraps within the underbelly of the Brume, all while begging for coin from the city locals, and avoiding unwanted attention of the temple knights. Until one day a Duskwight couple would take note of the youth.The Elezen couple would visit Seneca as often as they could; offering food, coin, warm clothes; and whatever else they could afford to spare. The troubled child was reluctant at first, often responding with fleeing the scene the moment he'd managed to grab something from them.It wasn't until one night, where a beaten and bruised Seneca was found unconscious out in the cold pale moonlight, snowflakes turning crimson as they'd melt upon his frail form.That same night, Seneca was brought in by the kindly Elezen couple to their home inside the city, a humble apartment overlooking the Foundation. Where he was slowly nurtured back to health. At that moment; a bond was formed, an offer was made, and a name was given -- Seneca Laelithar.Seneca was free to stay, provided he did as he was told. While trust was slowly earned, the youth learned to write and read under this new guardianship.To be continued...
Basics

DETAILS
Name: Seneca Laelithar
Race: Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Nameday: 6th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon
Sexuality: Pansexual
Origin: Ilsabard
Main Jobs: Scholar, Gunbreaker, Astrologian, Alchemist, Botanist
Occupation: Bookstore Owner
Personality: Reserved, quiet, cold, distant
Physical Traits
Hair: Black & Grey. Keeps it short during the warmer months and lets it grow out during the colder months.
Eyes: Light Crimson
Height: 5’8″
Build: Chonky
Scent: The word 'old' comes to mind. Traces of mildew, incense, ink, and cologne; oud, earthy, lavender, patchouli, hints of leather. Basically if a biker guy spent his days inside a musty library.
Voice: Somewhat hoarse with an Ishgardian accent.
OOC Information
