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Background Notes

General notes that may come up or apply. If TWO pencils, I wish for you to ask OOC if you may use that knowledge first. If ONE pencil, you may use it without asking me as it is something available in 'world'. Note: Many information here is for reading purposes and may not actually be the truth of the character. It is written more if the character themselves was to think upon their past.✎✎ Zial goes by 'Zi' or 'Zial', his full name is very rarely given, but can be placed on official documentations that require it for aetheric purposes. Such as aetheric binding contracts, magical scripts, and similar.✎ For those who end up with his name and look into it, 'Mihli'zi Aliapoh' went missing during the calamity and was presumed dead. No body was ever recovered, not a single trace of him was ever found.✎✎ Upon closer, skilled examination Zial's aether and reflection within eye color resemble that of over-aspected crystals one can see littered around Eorzea. His aether is indeed over-aspected, but although it has such a high elemental charge it is very strangely calm and stable. He can easily cast magic that would typically be deemed dangerous for someone with his own aether, not just because of the amount and intensity, but majorly due to the recovery speed in which his aether returns to person.✎ Zial is known for Temporal magic, and forms of older spells and techniques. He's known to use the word 'Repair' instead of 'Heal' when asked of the topic due to how the magic functions.✎✎ Ask, as typically he doesn't use large scale magics in crowds and simply states he's limited to smaller scale, but there has been accidents and times Zial decided to use his ability fully. It could be possible to witness him reversing damages done to people or large objects. While he usually says that all the pieces must be present in order to 'repair' things by turning back time, it is not always the case. Note that if it is done to a person it has to be done within a time frame, otherwise they would just be a shell without a soul. Some people may have mistaken him for a type of necromancer due to this extremely rare case.

Pre-ARR (1.x)

Most of Zial's life was actually lived before the Calamity. He learned to read simple texts at the early age of four cycles, enjoying the sensation of it and simple magics. With his curiosity only growing by the day, eventually he left his clan to pursue knowledge and the arcane.Zial began his journey as a young helper to the owner of a manor within the Black Shroud. Being just a child he was paid cheaply, but had access to their library which he cleaned often. Reading tomes between his duties including ones he was told not to touch. On occasion, Zial would sneak out to hang about Stillgate Fane. Where he'd listen to the lectures from the sidelines, wondering about the magics borrowed from Elementals. Eventually, Zial was caught reading through the Lady's personal documents and kicked out of the manor. Using the gil he had saved from the job, he traveled to Thanalan.Having heard Arrzaneth Ossuary and the order of Nal'thal. How their kind have practiced a dark sorcery since ancient times, but only being the age of ten, Zial had to first work as an apprentice before being able to fully be accepted as "The dark arts are not save when used on the young". After five cycles of apprentice work, he began working for order for another five years. Learning and putting to practice the ancient dark sorcery such as Bloodrite, Emulation, and Shadowsear.Zial's curiosity in knowledge and the arcane would not be sated there, after his ten years with the Order, he got a bit of clearance in travels. He caught wind of a group who studied Allag, its forms of magic and technology. Knowing his next stop, he headed towards the early Arcanist guild located in La Noscea. While still often traveled between the three city states to take lessons or obtain information and keeping up with the order, Zial developed his love and interest in all that is arcane during this five year period.Having left the clan and night life at an early age due to his curiosity, he was not taken well back with his home. No matter what he accomplished, it would never be enough for his mother. Finally giving up on returning, though troubles only began on this path as the Calamity began to take place. Aiding any that he could and learning information in turn, Zial was to travel to Mor Dhona for the final battle to assist a friend. The plan backfired however, as the aetheryte he would be using was destroyed mid-transit. Zial was cast adrift in the cold, dark void beyond the rift.

ARR - HeavensWard (2.x - 3.x)

Lost adrift in the void, Zial had long fallen into slumber, only after five cycles when activity started to rise once more with the realm rebuilding came closer to a slow did he begin to wake faintly. The feeling of others passing through the flow towards new aetheryte, kept him from constant slumber. His sense of sleep, time, space, and general senses not related to aether were shot.Between his stasis and activity, he'd often think back on all the books he missed reading, the magics he missed practicing, the land gracing around him, and even the sounds bustling. In the void of nothing, he found himself practicing magics, thinking of new ideas and concepts whenever he was awake long enough to do so. He could see nothing, but he felt fine. His memories of his life were slipping, but he would not give up all he learned and practiced.Zial would cast aside personal memories and remembering the faces of family, friends, colleagues, and others close to him for the memories of the arcane as well as other information he deemed useful. Making every effort in the tiring cold darkness to practice and recall the knowledge over and over. To expend his aether slightly and recover it in his sleep. Over and over again, in the endless darkness. Where he lost his sense of humanity in trade of knowledge and the arcane.

Stormblood (4.x)

"How long have I been here..?"There was no sense of time in the endless darkness, simply sleeping and waking as others passed through the flow. Not a voice or sound to be heard. Not a single color, shape, image, or light to be seen. Not a single person or object to be touched. No flowing gentle breezes, plants, books, to smell. He had completely forgotten about what food is, does, was for, and tasted like. Having no real sense in movement, Zial was even unsure what that was anymore or if it even applied to his situation. It was just a cold endless darkness, but it grew on him. Eyes opened, eyes closed, it didn't matter. If he spoke out, or kept his thoughts in his mind, it didn't matter."What do I humor myself with this time I'm awake..?"He's tried calling out before, over and over, different lengths between occasions. It felt easier to simply sleep once more after his practices. That is, until he felt not aether of someone passing through, but warmth. Sparking a strange feeling in him, although he was unsure of what it was. He couldn't help but call out.Over and over, calling out to the unknown warmth with a deep heavy feeling welling up within him.Over and over, calling out to the unknown warmth with the feelings causing him to feel numb and sleepy.Over and over, calling out to the unknown warmth, as he felt his consciousness slowly fade back into sleep once more. His eyes closing as something twinkled in the distance.

Current: ShadowBringers (5.x)

It was strange, his eyes were closed but it felt bright. There was sounds, and he felt something against him. Slowly his eyes opened as he shuffled, struggling to get up. The feelings and sensations all felt foreign to him, nostalgic, yet foreign. There was no mistaking it, somehow he was out of the darkness he stayed within unknowningly for cycles. An aetheryte beside crystalline structures and ground beside him, appearing long broken. What looked like a tower of crystal off into the distance, but slowly as his head turned he sway the dragonlike structure wrapped around fallen Garlean ship."Mor Dhona..?"It didn't appear as he felt he remembered. It didn't feel as he felt it should. He didn't feel as he felt he should. Zial continued to shuffle trying to move, failing attempts over and over with ambient and intellectual thoughts racing through his head. Sleepy. He felt sleepy. His body felt weak and he felt sleepy.Awake, movement, asleep, awake, movement, asleep, awake, movement, asleep.Over and over, until finally he got the hang of standing and moving on his own two feet. He felt perfectly fine, but why did he forget so much? Why did he feel pain in his gut and rumbling noises rising from it. Clearly he had forgotten the details of much, and for the months to come he would have to get a hang of living once more. Though a question he tends to ask himself still...Why was his hair and fur white? Why did his eyes turn golden matching the sparking over aspected crystals littered around the realm?