Zest has had many differences in his life, it is due to all of his experiece that he has changed over time. He is kind and gentle soul, preferring not to use his magic or forceful tactics. He is the type of man who prefers to wait and listen to both sides and makes his own judgements. He doesnt really prefer to follow or listen to others when it comes to chosing right from wrong. He is honorable and waits until the opponent is ready.

That is to say that he wouldn't use force when it was needed, Zest has his ways to make sure he can protect or at the very least keep enemies at bay from what he is looking after. He wears his heart on his sleeve and doesnt mind hiding it. He takes a little comfort that after everything that he had been through he was still human. At least he wants to have his humanity as somthing he could hold dear.

He is quick to give advice and his ear is always a patient one, no matter how trivial it seems. For him, he thinks it is the least he could do after all the death and curses he had brought  to the world. He is the type of man who holds as much of the burden on his own. Preferring to let others lean on him than the other way around. He hates calling himself a resident of light and distances himself as much as he could.







As far as Zest could remember he was alone on the streets. He really couldn't remember who his parents were. He didn't even know if they were alive or who were they, all he knew that he was alone to fend off for himself against anything that came his way. And he did do just that, day in and day out he fought to eat and to drink, the only thing on his mind was survival. As he continued to get older he began to steal more things to make his life better for himself. He didn't care about the consequences, all he wanted to do was live.

One day he got caught, the owner of a inn caught him stealing and gave him a choice to either live with him or be sent to jail. Zest took the first option and began to work for the man, doing manual labor in exchange for a place to stay and food in his stomach. He started to enjoy it as time went on, at the very least he was sure that he would have food by the end of the night. He wasn't sure why the owner of the inn was so nice to him. The man in question told Zest that he wanted to save him from the life of mugging and give him a chance to become something greater than that. The man began to teach Zest magic, the basics and the things that should and should not be done with it. He was interested in magic, something that can be created by the Astral and Umbral energies was something to think about.

When the man said that he couldn't teach him any further he told Zest that if he wanted to learn what magic could really do then he had to go to Ul'dah for it. The man that took care of him for many years was now old and even then he gave Zest a bag of gill and a Staff with a gem on the very top. So Zest went on a journey to Ul'dah trying to learn what 'real' magic truly was. When he arrived to Ul'dah the first place he went was the adventurer's guild. He was then pointed to the Thaumaturge guild where he had to prove his worth. It wasn't easy but eventually he was given recognition of not what his skill are but what his potential could be.

He studied in the thaumatrage guild, trying to better himself in the art of magic. As he continued to study he dived deeper into the art. He one day found out about ancient art, the art of true black magic And the magic to summon ceatures from the aether.  He began to search and study the nature of Primals, beasts summoned by beast tribe. Together with a collegue he began to learn how to summon creatures that resembled a couple of the primals he chose to study. As he progressed in his studies as a black mage and a summoner his soul crystals began to glow with the more knowledge he absorbed.

Zest would help a couple of his friends out with the war against the Garlean Empire. He helped along as he could, he heard some called him a warrior of light. However he didn't see that as a good thing, since people seemed to die a lot quicker  trying to keep him safe. After the battle against the Garleans he begain his own research on the core of the realm. A place called the Coil of Bahamut, he slowly made his way with a close group of friends. Helping Alise trying to find out the secrets of the coil.

It was in there that he learned the meaning of sacrifice. He had befriended and taking a young woman as a student. She was someone that could and would surpass him in terms of magical potential. He wanted to protect her. And during the last battle me took a hit in her steed. The impact of it made it impossible to keep moving so it a last desperate struggle he used his most powerful magic; meteor. pulling everything that he was able to muster he attacked his opponent but not without paying a price, the opponent also attacked and stuck him as he casted.

Once on the surface he was taken to a conjurer to try to heal his eyes but it was impossible to do so. Whatever he was struck with it made it impossible to remove it and with is so did his eye sight. It took a few months but he was able to see by feeling the magic or Aether around him. it was difficult but slowly he got used to it.

Once he was in his full senses he head to Ishgard as someone asked for his help. He followed a couple of old friends to try and rescue a minister that was innocent. And while they did reach their goal it came with a price. A friend took a hit for him and died in his arms. After that his attitude changed, he became more somber, he left the group a bit later and went to the cold winter winds to train. During the start of a blizzard it made it hard to see, he thought he was going to die but when he made it out he felt strange, it was harder to sense things around him. The Aether was thinner and harder to use. He just hopped that he could continue moving to a safe place.