Areia’s life is anything but boring, most of the time it is caused by her own doing, her own habits to get almost crazily obsessed with something, without the ability to have calm thoughts and clear mind stop the feline trainwreck.
An ancient and dusty Mhachi tome describes an old tomb with forbidden secrets, but a terrible curse is bound to be released if disturbed? Areia is already on the way with explosives, crowbar, and not a single care in the world, only satisfying her immeasurable thirst for knowledge and new power.
Or perhaps an Allagan staff has been uncovered by the skilled hands of the Sons of Saint Coinach, a relic that is protected, dangerous with its secrets still undeciphered? Areia already is devising plans to hire a herd of sheep, Ceruleum, and a very bleating and flammable surprise to the Son’s camp - a bizarre distraction for her theft!
Of course, most of her plans do not work as planned... Maybe all of them don’t, but not -all- of them fail! With uncanny luck sometimes, the chaotic Keeper manages to defeat impossible odds and get what she wants! But even when she does ‘succeed’, in most cases it causes her to just end in more trouble and be in over her head, in a never ending cycle of bizarre stories to tell.
That same proclivity for chaos is why the crimson magus is in trouble with the law a lot of the time, she specifically dislikes Wood Wailers, but she has history of adding laxatives to Yellow Jackets food, burning the barracks of the Gridanian Guards, or releasing a rather angry Morbol during one the the Brass Blades yearly celebrations to Thal. Not all of it was her intent of course, but that does mean that she is... A ‘bit’ wanted for her many planned and unplanned crimes.
This is why Areia uses the fake name of ‘Rolanberry’ when asked to introduce herself. Yet, the Keeper is a terrible liar, and even if she does have a good idea to deceive someone, she barely is able to remember her own lies, and lot of times blurts out things that would get her in trouble, or constantly contradicts or strings too many lies for her overloaded brain cells to keep up with.
Another cause for trouble is that she loves red colors and hates blue ones, and this is why she wears only crimson clothes, a fact that is not very useful if one is wanted.
The Keeper’s past is a murky lake, occasional memories come to her, some foggy, some confusing, things that she most of the time ignores. While not an amnesiac, she certainly has some blockage to certain parts of her past, but she rarely has the time to consider the causes of it.
