And so, they left. It only seemed natural that they did.

Kljsha Golmarr. Beloved child of the Wood. Protector of the Green Word. Blight to the Golmorr Village.

All titles detailing a life of exceedingly rising expectations, and Kljsha's somewhat inherent inability to reach them. They were too busy dawdling off during their bow lessons and tournaments, the village leaders' had accused. Kissing fellow Viera in hanging brush, with little to no interest in the war surrounding them nor the looming responsibility to spawn offspring. What would be the point anyway, when fellow Village Wardens said they would never amount to anything, and the tribal marks on their cheeks no longer were a sign of pride, but of shame in the eyes of other Rava.
They ended up leaving the village and the Wood altogether with a heavy belly, a deep set hatred for Imperials, and disillusions towards their own kin.

After over two decades in the spotlight, the Crimson Deity disappears from sight. Rumors speculate it had been from defamation, the insurmountable debt they owe, or their dying passion for the art. No one's knows for sure, save for the very few in their inner circle...and even that lot, Calixte holds at an arm's length.
For now, they live nomadically. Rekindling old connections in locales they once called home and immersing themselves in less than honorable circles. You can most easily find them strolling through the streets of Kugane or Radz, eager for a new adventure or on the hunt, or veiled and masked with a bow strapped to their back in Uldah, Limsa...and most recently, Ishgard.This page contains knowledge not publicly known about Calixte Golmarr.
This page is no longer up to date as of March 2023. Changes incoming.

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Crimson industries:
With a lumpsum of money inherited from an old friend (and an oh-so generous benefactor), Calixte has started a business venture to further some wrongs...or rather, establish their own territory in the underworld. For this, they will need muscle and those who have morals as loose as their own...heart of the party:
Seedy bars, hidden smoke lounges, and anywhere decent music can be heard, are all places that the viera is likely to frequent. and once they're there, they're bound to draw eyes or cause a ruckus, depending. feel free to approach..for business or pleasure.the arrow that never misses:
Long gone are the days that Calixte sustained themselves on hunt marks; now, they are simply a game to pass time, or a peculiar way to find new muscle and clever minds. This Viera is a worthy addition to any light party, of course, with a cost.the phoenix rises once more:
How odd is it to see the once famed crimson deity out in broad daylight? perhaps they are recognizable as the dancer they once were...or have a scarily good doppelganger. yet, who could possibly replicate that entrancing smirk or imitate that saunter with such ease?Recovering deviant:
Despite the hefty bounty on their head, calixte believes themselves to be a changed viera. Yet, this does not prevent them from going toe to toe with accomplished bounty hunters and mercenaries-- seeking justice for people in high places and retribution for grudges, summers oldkin by ears alone
All Viera have their reasons for betraying the green word, and this viera is no exception. With many summers spent from their own roots, Calixte yearns to share their wisdom and stories with those of similar plight.

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Little known facts regarding calixte and their circumstances that can incite a storyline. (Do not assume to know these upon interaction)→ leaving an ul'dahn noble at the altar and potential involvement in the death of a ul'dahn syndicate member. (this being framed as murder and hence, their bounty)
→ their service as a bowswoman to a dalmascan royal family. many of calixte's memories are buried in the giza plains and the fell ruins of rabanastre.
→ Once an upstanding warder to the golmarr village, a warmongering tribe known for their deadly defensive tactics and territorialism. this is evident by the marks on their cheeks
→ Motherhood has evaded Calixte throughout their entire life. They can't help but look for their late children in the eyes of the young rava they come across..