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.
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malice obscured by beauty:
Calixte's in the business to do dirty work, as long as it does not involve the vulnerable and impoverished. the prospects of ruining the lives of those who have done so a thousand times over thrills them to no end.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 revelry.to tempt death:
why is it that this viera manages to steal all the high paying marks? is it because of the close relations they have with guild owners, their martial prowess, or their own greed? surely, they can't manage this one on their own-- convince them that your strength is worthy of that mark..or find a way to nab it from their hands.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?to whom do i owe the pleasure:
No pleasantries here if this viera owes you an exorbitant amount of money. or a small amount. either way, you know an inkling of who they are behind that beautiful smile or have heard a few rumors on the streets. demand they pay up. or else.kin by ears alone
Most viera who leave the wood yearn to connect with the like-minded, as they all have their reasons for betraying the green word. this viera is no exception.

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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
→ 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