Otto Ornemann

under the scorching sun

While he was born in Dalmasca, his mother gathered everyone from their little village as soon as the first word of Garlean forces invading reached her ears. They took refuge in one of the remote corners of Thanalan, hidden away from the world and living their lives almost as if nothing changed.
Once he was of age, Otto made the choice to learn a trade in order to help his people earn more and live more comfortably; not relying on the desert and the travelling merchants for supplies and necessities. He took up goldsmithing, and as time passed, he reached a level of mastery not many could. However, as he did not want to stay tied to one place, he opted to sell his wares as a travelling merchant and to use that to learn more of Eorzea as a whole.
Those travels eventually took him to Vylbrand, and there he found the rogues' guild by complete accident. Seeing how travelling alone proved to be dangerous in more than one case - and how he only managed to survive by running away and hiding - he decided to make subterfuge and shadows his best friend. And that is how he learnt to wield fist first weapons.

under the crimson moon

After some time, he got tired of travelling, and wanted to be closer to his family. He tried to open up a shop in Thanalan, but there were too many people already selling similar items - and while their quality was abysmal, the prices were much more suited to a common man; so he decided to find another line of work. Doing that did not come easy - he tried many odd jobs, but he found out that he's either too disgusted by or too delicate for them.
And then the Calamity hit. His village, decimated; its people, scattered; and him, without anyone or anything to his name now. Because of that, he resorted to wandering and doing any odd job he could find; his disgust and delicate hands be damned - he did all he could, utilized all he had, and he survived.
Then, one day, a tavern opened in the Goblet. It was run by two Viera men, just like him; Under the Crimson Moon was its name and in there, he found his fate.

under no one but You

If anyone had told him he'd genuinely enjoy doing a menial job, such as being a waiter, he'd laugh in their face. But after everything that the Calamity bought, this came as a welcome repreieve of all the grief that haunted him.
So, he whiled his days away, working in a tavern that is open only when the light above its doors shines red; the place for broken and battered, for those who didn't know where to go but there. And of course a tavern like that was something more than just a tavern - it was also a gathering place for hunters and adventurers; people without place who called the roads their home. And among those was another Viera, like him and the owners of the tavern; but this one was a patch of night sky in the blinding light of his existence.
One could say it was love at first sight, but that one would not account all of the circumstances of their meeting. The place, the time, the sheer amount of moments they were at each other's edge of vision before mustering up the courage to look at each other all pointed to one singular conclusion - it was fate. Like silver stars sprinkled across the dark night sky, their lives intertwined, dancing closer and closer; their interests and skills complementing each other - their personalities fitting together like pieces of a puzzle - their lives becoming more than they ever had.
In time, they realized they had similar aspirations and they built their new dreams on that foundation. Leaving the old lives behind, paving a path forward together, they forged on.

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