Sheiharo Soji
Young Wolf
Given initially the birth name: Isi'zi Conna by his late mother, Sheiharo enjoyed his youth with his eight brothers, and six sisters, in a blissfully sweet forest clearing, his tribe's grounds, the sight of which he is presently only able to recall glimpses of in fleeting dreams. Forsooth, at least initially the Keeper cub was given to ideal circumstances, though by far the junior of the family barring a single sister, his time as a babe was entirely uneventful, and past the time he acquired the ability to form his first words was quite the same, a life nigh entailing the prospect of paradise.
Ever since the Garlean initiative started their efforts in the Eorzean mainland his tribe had enjoyed the trials of deterring their presence at the border of their grounds, helped only by the neighbouring Sylph-lands and its capricious residents, their battles were a constant back and forth. The might of the Imperials considered, it is perhaps no great surprise that tribe's struggles were in the end fruitless, their territory fast diminishing as the fortitude of their foes only grew more resolved.
While sparing the reader the details of the unfortunate events of that one particular night, the night where the once prosperous Keeper people were crushed thoroughly beneath the heels of Magitek strength, I will relent a simple detail relating to the fate of the Keeper now living by the alias of Sheiharo Soji, he was graciously afforded a different fate than martyrdom by the hands of the Imperials, for in his youth he did not yet even have the resourcefulness to flee, but instead he was conscripted, and spirited away to a most distant, umbral land.
Unable to resist his destiny, Sheiharo spent his formative years amidst the gales, and hostile lands hosted by Garlemald, whenever he was not confined to a cell, of course. Resigning himself to his fate, Sheiharo trained to be a footsoldier, an expendable body to be used for the whims of the great Garlean cause; to say the young Keeper was quite a reserved, pessimistic soul at this time would serve to be an understatement, for there were no friends, and no family to whom he could unburden the weight of his heart. Intimate now with the fickle, unpredictable nature of this life, he allowed time to tick on, training as best as he could so that he might preserve his life for a reason profound to even him.
Finally of an age where he could be regarded as a worthwhile swordarm, despite the specifics of his true age a mystery to him, the time of his deployment soon arrived, his destination another unfamiliar land, the far East.
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