Johnathan Dante Nightwalker
Whether he's a "warrior of light" or the Warrior of Light, Johnathan is an unstoppably helpful force that always seems to get into more trouble than he ever bargained for.
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| Name | Johnathan Dante Nightwalker |
| Height | 6'1" (before ears) |
| Hair | Red |
| Eyes | Crystal Blue |
| Build | Muscular |
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The Story So Far...
Johnathan was born in Sharlayan Colony in the Dravanian Hinterlands, to parents who were themselves Sharlayan scholars. He grew up an adventurous soul, always testing the boundaries of his range. While he wasn't exactly gregarious, he was definitely a helpful soul. Crossing social boundaries between the jocks, the scholars and everyone in between, he didn't seem to have a hurtful bone in his body. Occasionally that would get him into trouble of an unintended nature, but he always seemed to have friends with their own sort of resources to help him out.His adventurous nature led him towards being a gleaner, where he could expand his horizons. At first, as a junior gleaner, he was just what the doctor ordered. Helpful to a fault, he truly enjoyed getting out there and lending a hand. He also seemed to lean towards listening and recording stories, so when they promoted him to a full-fledged gleaner, his job became to collect the lore of the land, to preserve it for future generations and for study back in Old Sharlayan. Unfortunately, going out on his own became fraught with a new kind of peril.As he went out into the world to collect the lore of the land, he often heard other stories. Stories of people in need. People under threat. People who needed a helping hand. A helping hand that Johnathan was only too glad to provide. In some ways, it made his job easier. People were more likely to pass along their stories to a friend than some nameless, studious stranger. On the other hand, the Sharlayan policy was one of passive observation, to not interfere in the natural course of events. So when word finally got back to the Gleaner's Guild, that's when the trouble really started.At first, it was gentle reminders that Sharlayans are meant to observe the events of the world, not participate in them. Still, his helpfulness would not abate. Then it became gentle yet formal reprimands. Still, Johnathan was unheedingly helpful. It was around the time that something more drastic was about to be done however, when the Great Exodus occurred. Johnathan was angry about it, Eorzea being all he had ever known. He didn't think they should have left. As much as he didn't want to go however, he left with the others and regretted it for years since.Once he was in Old Sharlayan, it was at once familiar yet unknown to him. The architecture was the same, the Forum was definitely the same, but the lay of the land both geographically and politically was far different. Everyone he knew from Eorzea was gone. Everyone he knew from the Sharlayan Colony blended into new jobs, made new networks, and seemed to spread out like a drop of ink in a glass of water. Meanwhile, he seemed to sink to the bottom of the glass, unable to dissolve. His superiors decided that rather than have him continue in field work, he should instead be relegated to Labyrinthos, cataloging flora and fauna, assisting with agriculture, everything but the things it felt to him like he was meant to do.He put up with this state of affairs for quite a while, rarely ever getting anything to do past the Outer Circuit, occasionally making trips to the Isle of Haam, but never leaving the Sharlayan archipelago. Everyone could see that he was itching for more, that he was capable of so much more, but they were determined to leave him in this state lest he go galavanting across the countryside being 'helpful' again. Then the 7th Umbral Calamity struck. Its effects outside of Eorzea muted by the efforts of Louisoix and the Warriors of Light, life just seemed to continue on in Sharlayan, careful and observant. However, for Johnathan, that's when things began to crack.A Senior gleaner, a Viera and father to a friend, tried to take Johnathan under his wing. He was known for solving hard luck cases, listless gleaners that were having trouble finding their niche. Being given the attention, and with recent events having stirred something in him, he decided to pour himself into the tasks this Senior gave him. trying to burn off all this nervous energy that had been building up inside of him. At first the Senior beamed at how Johnathan was progressing, and started to give him a few retrieval assignments beyond the archipelago. That's when disaster struck, however.The reports had started coming in that a particular gleaner was being helpful with the foreign populace again. He was doing more than his assigned task and otherwise being observant. When the senior pulled Johnathan aside, he noted something different. Besides the fire in his eyes, he noted a sword at his hip. He wasn't authorized to arm himself, and it went against everything he was taught about Sharlayan pacifism. A nearby Forum member, one Fourchenault Leveilleur, noted the conversation and approached to question the wayward gleaner personally.The conversation was heated, and at one point it all came to a head. "To ignore the plight of those one might conceivably save is not wisdom, it is indolence," Johnathan recited, staring down both his superiors in defiance. Hearing those words, Fourchenault immediately requested that Johnathan's conduct be reviewed by the Gleaner's hierarchy and his continued employ be called into question. Johnathan made the decision for them then and there, shocking both with his immediate resignation. Dropping his pack at their feet, he stormed off for his home. It wasn't long before he'd settled his affairs, found a change of clothing more suitable for the Viera of the Three Great Continents, packed up his meager belongings and set forth on the next ship bound for Eorzea.It was during that trip fate would step in once more. A storm set the seas a flutter, with most of the passengers down in the ship's hold. The storm masked the arrival of some of the sea's nastier, natural denizens and a battle ensued upon the deck. Johnathan held no hesitation as he stepped out, witnessing sailors trying to fend off the horde while at the same time prevent the ship from going down with all hands. Blade unsheathed, Johnathan did what he does best, being a helpful soul, helping defend the sailors from the briny critters. The danger passed and the ship continued on unabated to Limsa Lominsa.Arriving in port, as Johnathan was disembarking, unsure of what to do with himself now, one of the sailors stopped to thank him for the help on deck. Asking if he'd been swinging that sword long, Johnathan shook his head. "Someone said it was 'dangerous to go alone' and gave it to me not too long ago," Johnathan replied with half a laugh. The sailor them pointed him in the direction of a chocobo cart on the outskirts of the city. "Get aboard that cart. It will take you to Ul'dah. They have an adventurer's guild and a Coliseum that trains folks in the art of using the sword. You have promise, and I'd hate to see it wasted here becoming a pirate, or worse," he said with a laugh.Johnathan decided to heed that advice, paying the fee from what meager savings he'd managed to set aside, and started off for Ul'dah with a couple other travelers from the ship. He nodded off right around the time that the cart was heading into Thanalan, whereby he had one of the most strange and realistic dreams he'd ever had in his life. "Hear, feel, think..." he heard in his mind...
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