name: versai qestir age: 25 clan: xaela, qestir & dotharl class: dancer weapon: charkam history: versai was born on the azim steppe to a cross tribe couple who met by chance on during the nadaam. the wordless baasan qestir and the boisterous sana dotharl instantly struck up a kinship which was difficult to define, and the incompatibility they had with the other’s culture lead them to leave the steppe in search of a new place to call home. they settled in thanalan, retaining their nomadic ways and often trading with those who settled in little ala mhigo.
versai, his mother’s childhood best friend, was instantly recognized as his namesake the moment she laid eyes on him. she raised him knowing the strength of the life he’d lived previously and encouraged him to embrace the art of war, while his father taught him that war should only ever be used to maintain peace. they both permitted him to run wild throughout the desert land they called home, earning him the reputation of a troublemaker who had an affinity for picking up other troublemakers. he was called the little scaled lion due to his wild hair and enormous personality.
when the calamity struck, he lost everything in the ensuing chaos. he was lucky to have survived the monster attacks, but his family was not so lucky. and like all else who witnessed it and survived, he woke with the echo, he felt a profound sense of loss. when he woke he found he suddenly received terrible migraines that came with the vision of other people’s pasts.Â
ere long, versai felt called to leave his home and venture forth. and from there the rest is history.
personality: versai is, for lack of a better word, simple. when hydaelyn speaks to him, her final words are a plea for her chosen to use his head rather than letting his heart rule him.
he loves life. he loves life so much he throws everything he has into whatever he does, not caring if it means he may die in the process. he accepts that death is inevitable and doesn’t fear it. after all, he was raised knowing the truth: the soul exists beyond the flesh, and will be reborn again once it perishes.
while a gifted tactician and an artist on the battlefield, one would be hard-pressed to call him sharp. he’s often taking people at face value, missing important cues that denote someone is untrustworthy or dangerous until it’s too late. its difficult for him to lie and so its difficult for him to recognize other people do so too. he takes the crystal exarch at his word as to what his identity is, and only realizes at the last second what’s under that hood.
his qestir upbringing means he doesn’t speak much. the belief that action should speak more than words is deeply ingrained in him. he uses gesture and action to convey his intent and feelings. if prodded he will speak and he will speak well (ish) but he’d much rather just punch his open palm and have you understand his intent.
if you have his trust, you’re part of his pride. if you break his trust or threaten the people he cares about, he’ll kill you without a second thought and hope you do better on your next turn of the sun. he seeks experience beyond all else. a good fight, a good fuck, a good legend to leave behind.
his object permanence might be a little skewed due to numerous near death experiences. he’s often certain that once something is out of sight, its gone forever and isn’t likely to come back and bite him in the ass.
( he is wrong and wrong often and yet never seems to learn )Â
that aside, he’s wildly reckless. versai will happily leap from lethal distances if it means he gets to a target faster, relying on his healers to patch him up. part of the reason he specialized as a dancer is the mobility it affords and the healing it offers as he’s often brutalizing himself. he lacks the patience to be a spellcaster, and would rather rip through things before they have a chance to strike than be a wall to protect his family.
come shadowbringers some of this naivety has sloughed off and he’s sometimes given to moments of reflection. he’s fairly certain he can’t be lucky forever and will soon die. but he decides to fight on and continue to give all he has to a good hunt.
if he dies, he dies.Â
he knows his next namesake will carry on for him.