An Uninspired Youth
Hulan Temet was not born under an auspicious sign, nor was he born to wealth nor poverty. Some beginning are not so grand nor noble. Hulan's story began in a moderately wealthy household of craftsmen and women on the Shores of Costa Del Sol. Each day, he was greated by glorious weather, beautiful seas, and all of the crab meat you could desire. In short, he was bored. Bordom being as powerful a motivation as it is uninspiring, Hulan left the paradise as he grew into maturity.
A Merchant's Trade
Hulan's travels quickly ran aground in grand Limsa Lominsa. By plying the trade of his forfathers, he easily found an apprenticeship at Naldiq and Vymelli's as an Armorer. His work took him all around Erozea, exposing the young craftsman to cultures and peoples he had hardly dreamed of in has beautiful prison. Soon, though, what one man could do by labor of hammer and plier was too little to keep up with the needs of his masters at the Guild. Hulan was forced to pick up the sword. This idea of swinging a sword after years at the smith not being particularly appealing; he chose to learn from the Arcanists in Mealvaan's Gate to gain the martial skills he would need.
Once again, his view was proven to be narrow. With tome in hand, he saw a world overrun with monsters; threatened by extra-national forces; and the very Aether disrupted by beastmen Primals. Determined to use his skills for a purpose, he approached the only group that would take a wanderer such as himself: the Maelstrom.
Til' Sea Swallows All
The months spent in the Maelstrom where some of the most rewarding in Hulan's life. Providing the army with supplies by day, storming Imperial positions by night; Hulan worked tirelessly.
It was only a short time later that it became apparent that the VIIth Legeon was preparing for something vicious. Joining his fellow Adventurers from the Maelstrom and elsewhere, Hulan marched towards the final confrontation with van Darnus and Meteor. When Bahamut burst from his shell and rained fire down on the land, Hulan could only think of his brief time in the Maelstrom, and how prophetic it had turned out to be: As a sea of fire swallowed all, the world went white, and the rest, that is a tale yet to be written.