Lyrin'a Muinvel

I saw something the other day asking who is your most tragic character and it's this one. The sad, fluffy, leucistic, Keeper who barely really exists. He was marked to be the future Seer of his tribe at birth, a vision seen by his grandmother, the current Seer. But he was male- male Seers being unheard of, he was denied this future by his tribe. He was loved, but he was given to the padjal when his affinity for hearing the elementals showed itself. Loved, but sent away. Held at a distance by tradition and an underlying unease. Not belonging in the Shroud and not wanted in Gridania, existing in the lonely in-between. He lost his tribe and his love in the calamity. Any attempts at finding that kind of love again seem destined to fail. He's middle aged now and he's tired. He's accepted he had it, briefly, and then lost his chance. It will not come again and he doubts he will be allowed to roam Halone's Halls to find him again. He feels powerless and small compared to those around him possessed of sterner stuff and greater might. He wonders why he's here. He keeps looking for a purpose, a reason, and it's why he finds no issue with the idea of standing in the fire, if thats what he's supposed to do. If he can sacrifice for the greater good, maybe that is why he's here. And maybe then he can know. He doesn't want to die, not really. But he's weary. And he does want to die. Immortality is a torment when everything you love is already gone. When you have no purpose or reason except giving all you are to some cause you deem worthy. It's the greatest irony Death itself finds refuge behind his ribs.