Character

I've been a healer and a tank for a long time. Now, since Endwalker, I play as a DPS reaper, which is very fun to play. Below is a small timeline story of my RP character from Final Fantasy XI transition to FFXIV.

My journey began as an elvaan in East Ronfaure. I journeyed into the depths of Bostaunieux Oubliette where is was given the chance to make a deal with a dark evil. Transformed into Hume with evil spells and evil, conniving immoral ways. I acquired the Atma of a Future Fabulous, entered a Cavernous Maw to travel back to the Crystal War era. I made one mistake out of fright on a dark night. I had killed an ancient Sprite and had become cursed once again. I entered the Cavernous Maw to head back to my current time and was lost in a void with a voice. "Hear, Feel, Think..." I had become exiled from Vana'diel by Altana and given over to the world of Hydaelyn. As a Hyur my skill as a healer greatly increase. I learned complete mastery of White Mage, Scholar, and Astrologian. After the Seventh Astral Era, Stormblood, and freeing the peoples of Doma and Ala Mhigo I was forgiven by the Twelve and transformed into a Miqo'te.
But a new calling is heard...I was made to be a warrior of light for my wicked past, I am now changed once again and called into darkness. Mutated once more into a superficially dragon-like warrior of darkness with horns, scales. Hydaelyn has new plans for me. The dark arts succumb me once again as an ancient knight. I will weld my sword, serve as the avenging soul eater. Summoned shadow bringer, Dark Knight, to the First, and deliver the banishment of burning bright evil. Hydaelyn has changed me back into a Miqo'te and I am allow to return home.
Then, an even greater calamity than refulgent oblivion has been building in my absence. All has despair, the myriad conflicts that now ravage the land cannot but foretoken an end to life in the Source. I take heart in the faith of those who walk beside me, and journey to the very stars above. Upon the advent of a dark Armageddon, threatened all in existence. The "Final Days" shadow a great schism among the ancients, culminating in the star's shattering into fourteen reflections, incomplete and imperfect. With the second coming of that selfsame calamity looming on the horizon, I must stand firm as hope's last bastion, as Paladin "The Warrior of Light". As depression swells from missing past dead friends, nightmares have made my nights very short. The Source is saved, and at the expense of so many lives. Left with unforgettable memories, forsaken and alone. I focus on this dark path of isolation, welding the death weapon. Each battle releases the hateful revenge on my enemy. My despair brings acceptance for the past, and I feed this new confidence with a scythe, as prowler of the night. The Reaper I will remain until the last end...