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Drive:
Student of history and it's practical application.
Wants to prove himself an academic.

Core Personality Traits:
Honest, Interested/Intrigued, Public Benefit, Wants to avoid a repetitive and mundane life...
Apparently he's a child-like conversationalist... right now.

Quirks:
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Mission Statement:
Knowledge is for all to share; there should be no learning or experience denied to those who seek it. There is knowledge hidden by forgotten pasts or sentient design. It is I, Esegia Valuris, who shall bring that which is hidden to the light, so all may benefit from it's knowing.

Recalled past lives:
Brigand, Hermit, Military Officer, Sailor, Barkeep, Lawyer, Farm-worker

Ingaria was giving a lecture to a group of wizard apprentices on the wonders of the age of legend, trying to give them a sense of the history that had transpired to make Golarion what it was today. She could barely keep their attention, so focused they were on discussing their less mundane studies of spells, magic and the events that transpire around the more popular students. Their lack of interest wasn't surprising at this point. These young people had so much power at their fingertips, it distracted them from their more mundane studies. But she had a job to do, and she felt a sense of duty to the world to make these children realize how their actions can frame the future, by explaining to them the effects of the past. So she droned on about the Azlanti, hoping someone was paying attention.

Lifting her fingers and uttering a spell, she projected an image of an old map into the air in large form for all to see. Turning to find the Arcadian Ocean to point it out to her students, she heard the room go quiet. When she turned back to face the room, a young boy, perhaps eight in human age, with pale-blue skin was seated on the ground in front of her students, watching her.

The school's magics should have prevented anyone from teleporting in or out of the school grounds. Where had this child come from? She could hear her students murmer that it looked like he had just materialized there. She heard whispers of students claiming a drow attack, or a wayang incursion on the school grounds. She had to calm her students that this boy was neither drow or wayang, and then chided them for jumping to conclusions.
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Esegia awoke for the first time in this life in an outdoor ampitheater. The first sounds heard an explanation of where the Azlant used to be and no longer were. His first sight that of a magical map, and a short elven woman pointing at a large blue space on it. He watched her turn, confused, and stare at him. It wasn't until he heard the whispers behind him that he realized he was amidst some sort of school group. He turned, smiled and waved while the teacher lamented the group's lack of judgement.

In this life, he was born in school. The Twilight Academy in Galduria was a school for mages, and those practicing the arcane arts. But, given his strange arrival, the headmaster wanted to keep him nearby, wondering if he could gleam some way how the samsaran had bypassed the school's wards. Professor Ingaria gave him a name and watched over him. As a magic user, Esegaria was lacking, uanble to wield arcane power. He also lacked any physical strength, having appeared as a moderately weak child. He was teased, and constantly challenged to arcane duels he would obviously lose. But he excelled at the mundane, learning maths, histories and languages with far more ease than his classmates.

After six years, when all his classmates had graduated and it was clear he would never be a wizard, he pondered what to do in life. The headmaster, having determined that he had learned from Esegaria all he could on the topic of his arrival, dismissed him as a student. Now a fourteen year old young man, he had book-knowledge but no practical life. Ingaria came to his rescue yet again, perhaps because she felt responsible for him, or a sense of pride in one of her best students, and brought him on as her apprentice. It appeared this life was one of becoming a historian.

Three years of running errands and reading her books, listening to her tell stories of the past until he realized that he had been hearing repeats of the same stories.

He thanked Ingaria, and promised to stay in touch, but that he was going to out and seek his own stories, and new knowledge of the past.

When he left, he had little idea on where to go on his own, having only known the cloistered secular life. But he had the opportunity to play with the world. Thinking about the first thing he wanted to do, he thought about the first thing he saw in his new life. Figuring the Starstone was nearby and it was the catalyst for the devestation of the Azlant, he'd go see what insights it would bring him. It was there that he found the worshippers of Cayden Calean, carousing and having a care-free joyous time. It was a warming sight, and he got caught up in it's momentum. He could seek knowledge and have a fun time doing it? Ingaria never mentioned the excitement of a life of a wandering academic.

While spending the coin he had made under Ingaria's wages, he stayed with the clerics of Cayden and found himself enamored with the lifestyle. When the coin ran out, they gladly offered him jobs of scribing paperwork and books at their local temples, and paid him to be an intermediary between racial language barriers. They took the frail boy and he managed to make a sturdy man of him. They taught him to fight, they taught him to drink, taught him that sometimes doing the right thing requires skills in less than noble endeavours.

Eventually, Esegaria left the clerics, when the party and the work became mundane and repetitive, with a refreshed mind of seeking forgotten history and having fun doing it.

What's a personal item they always have with them that means a lot to them, sentimentally?
A mundane brooch in the shape of a book.

Why?
A gift from Ingaria, a reminder that knowledge can guide the future, and that something better may be hidden on the pages to come.

What's the story there?
Ingaria was his teacher, mentor, and surrogate mother. A sage of the Twilight Academy, and self-professed historian.

What do they do to relax or kill time on a day where there's no enemies threatening?
Sleep in, detail notes and theories on the implications of findings and historical meaning
Special holidays means throwing that to the wind and getting drunk.

Which of the seven sins would be most tempting to them?
Gluttony - not just in food.

What person in their life is most important to them?
Ingaria would come closest as a parental figure. He was also close to a young wizard who he called a friend. "Bee"
Never a fan of his own name, the pair were eventually dubbed "B" and "E", and he stuck with that.

Why?
Surrogate mom, and close childhood friendship.

What's their strongest memory of childhood?
Bee and E's use of an elaborate ruse and successful plan of swapping a student's spellbook with a transmutation instructor's diary (both obtained and swapped by Esegaria) and Bee enchanting the book so that the reader would think they were reading an actual spell. They both got in trouble for that, and stinkeye from classmates, but the plan coming together and it's execution still makes him smile.

Have they ever killed an intelligent creature before, directly or indirectly, self-defense or otherwise?
Not until recently. Having to escape a goblin attack on his campsite, he caused a few deaths while fleeing.

More than once?
No.

How do they feel about this?
Surprised, but glad he was able. Goblins destroy books afterall. But what if it had been a human? He'd probably be able to process his actions, but not be sure how he should feel about them.

Where would they like to be in ten years?
Discussing some major historical find that changes the shape of how scholars of Golarion view history today.

Do they envision a farm and family, a thriving trade, service to a church?
An advocate for education.

What does their 'happily ever after' look like? 'They don't yet know' is a valid answer.
We shall see!