I was adopted by a wealthy merchant family from Ul'dah. It's the reason I don't have a traditional Miqo'te name. They found me abandoned in the middle of the Sagolii Desert as a baby. Though they don't know exactly why I was abandoned, they assumed that my original family was kidnapped by the Amalj'aa, and I got left behind.
I had a normal childhood in Ul'dah. I masqueraded as a street urchin, even though my family was rich and my father a syndicate member. They taught me the ways of trade craft, though my heart was never into it. I picked up Weaver just to make them happy. I was more interested in silver-tongue and magick skills. I perused these interests in secrecy, fearing being ridiculed by my father. In his eyes these skills were mediocre when compared to the trade.
At age 18 my parents wanted me to start my own business under the family name Navoux. I didn't want that. Yet, they were persistent and continuously tried to force me to. So I ran away. Away from Ul'dah, past Black Brush Station. I stayed in Camp Drybone for a spell--until I ran out of pocket money. After that, I used thievery and deceit to get food. That got me a little ways, until I was caught and kicked out.
Tired and hungry, I wandered through Wellwick Woods for what seemed like days on end. When I had just about given up hope, a peddler crossed paths with me. He offered me some food and a ride to Gridania. From that moment onward, my future was permanently altered, and the real adventure began.
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