Cirina Kjaere

Rumored to be a walking calamity waiting to happen, Cirina has been looked at as a liability by many. A victim of the earliest campaigns by the Garlean Empire's spread across Othard, her entire tribe wiped out in front of her and her being sold into slavery with the other children, then used as a runner for the Thaumaturge's Guild most of her formative years, her worldview is dismal at best. Throughout her time in Ul'dah, the mixture of childhood trauma and a sinister voice in her head led to her sanity being less than stable, though never out of check. As she got older, Cocobuki saw a potential in her and began training her in the arts of Thaumaturgy, shifting her duties from errand runner to apprentice. After coming of age, she was sent out on scouting missions whenever the Flames had need of their faction, exceeding her mentors' expectations with the small knowledge of survival she gained from her home.
What became her last mission was a call for aid, when Imperial forces sought to encroach on Thanalan's borders. What was thought to be a squadron of few troops turned to be an entire battalion with weaponized magitek, and while in the end they were driven back, it was not without substantial casualties. Cirina had been the last standing amongst the thaumaturges, but when she attempted to make her final stance, a soldier on their flanks fired on her, and left her lying with a new gaping hole in the right side of her face. As she faded, the voice in her head became stronger, assuring that it would not let all the hatred and vengeance she had cultivated be wasted. After a very odd dream, she awoke nearly buried in fallen debris and ash, her face almost fully reformed but no vision in her right eye save for glowing shapes, her once snow white hair turned almost fully black, and a dark haze still muddling her thoughts, that of which never seemed to go away. Whatever corruption that had revived her kept her moving as she dragged her broken body for what felt like weeks back to the doors of the Guild.
After extensive attempts at healing, rigorous questioning, and the decision that whatever magics were at work were too dangerous for her to remain there, Cirina was turned from the Thaumaturgy Guild, sent to speak with the underground Lemures, where "the void-touched belong." She vowed then that they would regret their decision to turn her away. Her reception with the Lemures was less than friendly, being less than trusting of their Garlean leader Drusilla, but eventually smoothed over once the offer of helping to understand her new condition came to light. As she had theorized in the many nights laid in the guild infirmary, and seen by her new ally's ability, Cirina had truly died that day in the ambush, and something that tasted of the void held a grip on the scraps of her Aether, keeping it held to her body and out of the Lifestream. In an effort to understand the force and make use of its power, Drusilla trained her to be a reaper.
Gaining the ability to commune with the specter keeping her alive took far more of a toll on her mental stability than they had previously expected, and before long, she had become convinced that the "Entity" holding her here was Orcus, pushing her toward some higher purpose. Despite helping to be rid of him, her fractured mind gripped to her delusion, believing him to have possessed her, and she betrayed the Lemures, setting off years of being on the run from their mercenaries.
The rise of the Scions and the ever growing threat of the Empire eventually turned her onto the docks of Limsa, where due to correspondence with Ul'dah, the Maelstrom forces placed her under arrest. After talks with the budding Scions, a deal was struck to release her under Urianger's watch, and her cooperation with their purpose would insure her continued freedom and future comfort. Being insane did not take away from her common sense in that moment, and her short career as a Warrior of Light began. Her new station afforded her the ability to further her dark disposition against the Black Mages for their continued abuses, but also to seek at the source the true face of evil in the Empire.
With a host of new allies, new power gained, old powers honed, and a soul raging with new understanding and almost overpowering the shadow linking her to life, Cirina had never felt more alive than stepping face to face in the darkened void arena to the man that had destroyed the lives of everyone she had ever loved, and tainted everything his empire touched. By normal standards, the fight was over quickly, and the victor clear. The evil finally dead, the Garlean Empire fell to ruin within days.
The papers proclaimed the Scions saviors, including the fugitive Viera that no one had seen since. After her vengeance was achieved, the unwitting pact made with the void creature keeping her alive lifted, and in the aftermath her allies found her lifeless and bloodied, but still looking smugly pleased in death. She lay in state at the Waking Sands for several days, a constant rotation of attention from the Scions. Nothing would revive her, and after almost a fortnight of trying, funerary arrangements began to be considered. In a last ditch effort, her companions stole her away to the First, to beseech the aid of the new Fairy King. Having grown very fond of her twisted sapling in their previous adventures, Feo Ul obliged them, and breathed fae magic and life back into Cirina. The marks of corruption on her appearance faded and her skin warmed again, truly revived rather than the shell she had been under voidsent control. The whispers of the avatar remained, but had no control and were easily silenced.
After the last recent mission with the Scions to help prevent the void from spreading and causing more people to suffer as she did, she has taken to more mundane activities, making up for lost years and relearning how to live, quite literally, until the next adventure comes calling.